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The Conception of Immortality in Shelley, Tennyson, and Brownihg. 

Helen Worthington Rogers 317 

A Little Girl I Know 329 

Sonnet 330 

The Chtibch of the Cabpintkr 331 

THE Old Oak-Leaf "... 338 

To One I Love Gertrude Jones 340 

The Oleander City 340 

"A Chiel's Amawg You Taking Notes" .... Mary Keyt Isham 345 

Editorial 349 

The Free Press 351 

Book Reviews 354 

College Note6 357 

Society Notes 359 

Alumna; Notes 361 

College Bulletin . 363 

Births and Deaths 364 

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THE quality of thought man bestows upon one human experience will be, 
to a greater or less extent, transferred to every other mental problem. 
Throughout the ages, as he has beautified and glorified his idea of life, he 
has been compelled to purify and sanctify his visions of death and immor- 
tality. High ideals of the one have, of necessity, demanded holy concep- 
tions of the other. 

Characteristic as this may be of humanity in general, it is still more true 
of the poet in particular, if, as Emerson asserts, he is " the person in whom 
powers are in balance, the man without impediment, who sees and handles 


that which others dream of, traverses the whole scale of experience, and its 
representative of man, in virtue of being the largest to receive and impart." 
If to the poet the visible and invisible reveal themselves as to no other 
creature, if he is indeed our truest hero, prophet and seer, if he makes 
audible the silent and unconscious thought of bis own age, — just as 
he confides to us the ideals our fellow-men have conceived of life, so he will 
also whisper their songs of immortality. 

Three great poets stand out against the horizon of the nineteenth century, 
not only as powerful personalities, but as representatives of the typical 
attitudes the soul takes toward life and death, — Shelley, the dreamer, 
Tennyson, the man of faith, and Browning, the seer. A discovery, there- 
fore, of their individual conceptions of immortality will also portray the 
attitudes of the age toward the after life. 

Shelley is the greatest of our dream-poets ; the Real was only half- 
hidden, half-revealed to him between the opaque clouds of his own visions 
which covered and wafted him to an enchanted land. As the poet's ideal 
of life presented in his poems seems at times vague and indistinct, as if 
he knew not himself what it was in formulate terms, so his conception of 
immortality lacks in general the definiteness of our other poets. 

"I wish to believe — I long to believe in immortality," Shelley wrote, 
and even his latest poems manifest this same yearning fluctuation between 
doubt and belief. He reaches ever out for a satisfying conviction of its real- 
ity, goaded on by the dreams and visions which could no more rest content 
within the limits of a mere material universe than could his soaring skylark. 
The very nature of his genius demanded an ideal of immortality. Silen- 
cing his own questionings, and giving himself the benefit of his own doubt, 
Shelley built up a dreamy conception of a future state which should satisfy 
the cravings of his beauty-loving nature and the yearnings for the fulfillment 
of his visions. Very tenderly, very lovingly, he rears it with the jewels of 
his fancy and imagination — not the firmer rocks of reason. As the colors 
of the prism melt and fade mysteriously into one another, so Shelley's concep- 
tion of immortality remains always vague and intangible to a great extent. 

In" Queen Mab " we have a glimpse of the poet's earliest efforts to satisfy 
his longing. The state of the life-after-death is described in the opening 
verses : — 


" Sudden arose 
Ianthe's soul; it stood 
All beautiful in naked purity, 
The perfect semblance of its bodily frame. 
Instinct with inexpressible beauty and grace, 
Each stain of earthliness 
Had passed away, it re-assumed 
Its native dignity, and stood 
Immortal amid ruin." 

Later in the poem another characteristics described^: — 

"But matter, space, and time 
In those aerial mansions cease to act; 
And all-prevailing wisdom, when it reaps 
The harvest of its excellence, o'erbounds 
Those obstacles of which an earthly soul 
Fears to attempt the conquest." 

Thus, to Shelley, immortality was a state, that of a " disembodied soul," 
free from all barriers, and all limitations imposed by time, matter, and space 

The intense longing for freedom, which we recall as one of the chief charac- 
teristics of the poet's ideal of life, is transferred to this conception of the 
spirit-world. Whatever he demanded for the ideal state of the one, he craves 
also for the other. As human methods of government bind man, so he feels that 
the soul is limited by the material universe : give man freedom in the first, 
and sin and crime shall cease to be ; release him from the second, and he will 
re-assert his own pure, eternal soul. Nothing can surpass the beauty of per- 
fect freedom, to the poet's mind. Immortality to Shelley is a state of 
liberty, and therefore of equilibrium, a re-assumption of the soul's innate 
and natural dignity. 

Who can forget Shelley's two little poems on Mutability, or the sad, sob- 
bing strain beating through them ? 

" We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; . . . 
Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings 
Give various response to each varying blast. . . . 
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; 
Naught may endure but mutability." 


We can not foi-get, nor could Shelley — the thought was bound inextri- 
cably to his heart. As his ideal of the future life was made to satisfy the 
poet's craving for perfect freedom, so it also should bring at last to man the 
rest and peace the world had nowhere to offer. 

In " Queen Mab " we find : — 

" Once peace and freedom blest 
The cultivated plain; 
But wealth, that curse of man, 
Blighted the bud of ita prosperity: 
Virtue and wisdom, truth and liberty, 
Fled, to return not, until man shall know 
That they alone can give the bliss 
Worthy a soul that claims 
Its kindred with eternity." 

Again, in the description Prometheus gives of a future ideal state on earth, 
the culmination of his thought is, — 

" We will sit and talk of time and change 
As the world ebbs and flows, ourselves unchanged." 

With Shelley's idea of freedom and peace in the spirit-world Tennyson 
and Browning would thus far agree. But here they depart essentially from 
sympathy with the poet, for their ideal is change, change ever, onward and 

Returning to " Queen Mab," another characteristic is evident : namely, 
that of fulfillment. 

" The chains of earth's immurement 
Fell from Ianthe's spirit. . . . 
She knew her glorious change, 
And felt in raptures opening round : 
Each day-dream of her mortal life, 
Each frenzied vision of the slumbers 
That closed each well-spent day, 
Seemed now to meet reality." 

We acknowledge at once this idea of fulfillment, but question sponta- 
neously, fulfillment of what? We must answer, I think, fulfillment, without 
growth, of the cravings of the purely sesthetic nature;. of the visions and 


dreams of the imagination which can find no corresponding reality on earth, 
or in any material form. 

" Oh happy earth, reality of Heaven, 
Genius has seen thee in her passionate dreams, 
And dim forebodings of thy loveliness, 
Haunting the human heart, have there entwined 
Those rooted hopes of some sweet place of bliss, 
"Where friends and lovers meet to part no more. 
Thou art the end of all desire and will, 
The product of all action ; and the souls 
That by the paths of an aspiring change 
Have reached thy haven of perpetual peace, 
There rest from the eternity of toil 
That framed the fabric of thy perfectness." 

However we may try to avoid our conclusions, Shelley's ideal state is one 
of onl3 r spiritual-sensual, aesthetic, and emotional fulfillment, and is there- 
fore only a mere beautiful vision of stagnation. This quality throbs in 
every line of the description of the redeemed life on earth which the poet 
gives us in his " Prometheus Unbound." 

" We will search with looks and words of love 
For hidden thoughts, each lovelier than the last, 
Our unexhausted spirits; and like lutes 
Touched by the skill of the enamoured wind, 
Weave harmonies divine, yet ever new, 
From difference sweet where discord can not be. . . . 
And lovely apparitions, dim at first, 
Then radiant, as the mind, arising bright 
From the embrace of beauty . . . 
Shall visit us, the progeny immortal 
Of painting, sculpture, and rapt poesy, 
And arts, tho' unimagined, yet to be." 

Moreover, if we delve deeper into the words of Prometheus and Asia, we 
come face to face with — no real personalities or individuals, but two represen- 
tatives of mankind as a whole, not a distinct nature differentiated from all 
of his human brotherhood. This thought is transferred by Shelley almost 
directly to his ideal of the spirit-life. 


" Man, one harmonious soul of many a soul, 
Whose nature is its own divine control, 
Where all things flow to all, as rivers to the sea . . . 
The universal sound . . . yon nature is that universe 
Which once ye saw and suffered." 

Still more clearly in " Adonais " does Shelley advance this doctrine of a 
general, not a personal, immortality. To this fate the poet dooms the spirit 
of Keats, in a passage which sums up also the whole of his conception. 

" He is made one with Nature; there is heard 
His voice in all her music. . . . 
He is a presence to be felt and known 
In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, 
Spreading itself where'er that power may move 
Which has withdrawn his being to its own. . . . 
He is a portion of the loveliness 
Which once he made more lovely; he doth bear 
His part, while the one spirit's plastic stress 
Sweeps through the dull, dense world, compelling there 
All new successions to the forms they wear. . . . 
The one remains, the many change and pass. . . . 
The soul of Adonais, like a star, 
Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are." 

To Shelley, then, if we summarize, immortality was the state of free disem- 
bodied spirits, — a state whose key-notes were freedom, liberty, peace, and the 
fulfillment of all aesthetic ideals. To him the perfect fruit of God's creation 
was men as men, not as individuals, — a divine spark of His own self, distinct, 
apart from Him, and yet of Him, — but the mighty pulsation of one great 
universal mind, inseparable, immortal. 

As Shelley finds through the thought of the dead Keats his clearest con- 
ception of immortality, so Tennyson, in the lines of " In Memoriam," comes 
into the closest communion with the "vanished life." Just where Shell ej' 
leaves the unfinished strain, Tennyson takes it up with still firmer fingers. 
We heard the staccato notes of doubt from the dream-poet's harp, but now 
we have the full, strong chords of a loving faith rung out for us. The open- 
ing lines of the " In Memoriam " disclose in general the poet's attitude toward 
the invisible world. 


"Strong Son of God, immortal Love, 

Whom we, that have not seen thy face, 
By faith, and faith alone, emhrace, 
Believing where we can not prove." 

From his own confession our poet sees "by faith and faith alone." But so 
.clear are those eyes, so earnest their longing to pierce beyond the hidden 
veil, that we have a glimpse past the shadow land of Shelley into a world 
where a sweeter and fuller conception of immortality has royal sway. 

Before Tennyson advances to his own mature thought, he retraces the 
ideal of a universal existence which Shelley upholds. The belief of unity 
and harmony in the universe is so strong in the poet's mind that the vision 
brings a momentary temptation with it. 

" Are God and Nature then at strife, 
That Nature lends such evil dreams? 
So careful of the type she seems, 
So careless of the single life . . . 

That each, who seems a separate whole, 
Should move his rounds, and fusing all 
The skirts of self again, should fall, 

Reverging in the general soul. 

Is faith as vague as all unsweet ? " 

But Tennyson's longing and his faith move him to declare: — 

"Eternal form shall still divide 

The eternal soul from all heside ; 
And I shall know him when we meet." 

Tennyson, however, does not deny a communion with the " one," but longs 
to find a spiritual companionship, which, however close and harmonious 
it may be, is still individual. 

" He that died in Holy Land 
Would reach us out the shining hand 
And take us a single soul." 

Just here, in this idea of the "one," we find that Tennyson has departed 
from close sympathy with Shelley. 

Again, as the latter's idea of an impersonal state could not satisfy Ten- 


nyson's longing for an individual eternity for his friend, so the ideal of 
stagnation finds no response in his heart. 

" They do not die, 
Nor lose their mortal sympathy, 
Nor change to us, although they change; 

Rapt from the fickle and the frail 

With gathered power, yet the same, 

Pierces the keen seraphic flame, 
From orb to orb, from veil to veil." 

This key-note of growth, sounded here, is to Tennyson what freedom and 
peace were to Shelley. In this conception our younger poet finds his 
greatest consolation. Immortality is indeed " vanished life," but more light, 
more life, not the mere fulfillment of a mortal day. 

" Doubtless, unto thee is given 

A life that bears immortal fruit, 
In such great offices as suit 
The full-grown energies of heaven. . . . 

Eternal process moving on, 

From state to state the spirit walks; 

And there are but the shattered stalks, 
Or ruined chrysalis of one. 

Nor blame Death because he bar 

The use of virtue out of earth : 

I know transplanted human worth 
Will bloom to profit, otherwhere." 

Change and growth must lead to gain, and gain, in time, to fulfillment and 
the realization of an ideal. But Tennyson's conception of the soul's ful- 
fillments differs essentially from that of Shelley. In place of the ideals of 
sensuous and aesthetic beauty which became realized in the latter's dream- 
world, is granted the attainment of intellectual heights. Not that our poet- 
laureate is unresponsive to the first, but a love for the beauty of wisdom and 
of holiness lies nearer to his heart. 

" There must be wisdom with great death," 

he asserts ; and again : — 


"If, in thy second state sublime, 

Thy ransomed reason change replies 
"With all the circle of the wise, 
The perfect flower of human time . . . 

How dwarf d a growth of cold and night, 
How blanched with darkness must I grow ! 

The great Intelligences fair 

That range above our mortal state, 

In circle round the blessed gate, 
Receiv'd and gave him welcome there, 

And led him thro' the blissful climes 

And show'd him in the fountain fresh 

All knowledge that the sons of flesh 
Shall gather in the cycled time." 

This is what our poet craves, — not to live on unchanged, unstirred, but 
close to all human life and thought. Although the hope of intellectual 
attainment beams within his heart, the thought of a spiritual transfigura- 
tion for the soul raises him to the highest note in his conception of im- 

" Come, beauteous in thine after form, 
And like a firmer light in light." 

Pausing for a comparison between the two poets, with the conception of 
an impersonal immortality presented by Shelley, we have balanced the ideal 
of a personal spiritual existence for each soul in the after life; with freedom 
from mere bonds, a glorious liberty of growth ; with peaceful stagnation, 
intellectual and spiritual progress; and with mere fulfillment of sensuous 
charms, the revelation of mental harmonies, and the transfiguration of the 
being into a "beauty of holiness," growing more and more into the perfect 

What is longed for by Shelley, faithfully believed in by Tennyson, is 
grasped with an unfaltering trust by Robert Browning. The same earnest- 
ness which the poet shows in solving logically the greatest problems of life 
is dedicated with the same strength to .the solution of the mysteries of 
immortality. No mere day-dreams for him, as for Shelley ! No mere blind 
faith, as for Tennyson ! But as Browning went toward life, — 
" Scenting the world, looking it full in face," 


so he weighs the arguments for and against the existence of the soul after 
death. To him the question of immortality has as much right to demand 
from him a logical and scientific method as any other fact in the wide realm 
of experience. All the power of his great mind he turns upon this ques- 
tion in the one poem treating avowedly of this subject , — " La Saisiaz." 

As Browning was one who "at least believed in soul, was very sure of 
God," so upon these two fundamental facts in his own consciousness he 
bases his reasons for a personal immortality. 

"My first fact to stand on, 'G-od there is, and soul there is' . . . question, answer pre- 
Two points: that the thing itself which questions, answers, — is, it knows;' 
As it also knows the thing perceived outside itself, — a force 
Actual ere its own beginning, operative through its course, 
Unaffected by its end, — that this thing likewise needs must be: 
Call this — God, then, call that — soul, and both — the only facts for me. 
Prove them facts? that they o'erpass my power of proving, proves them such: 
Fact it is, I know I know not something which is fact as much." 

Thus, as God is good, he demands for every soul an immortality; as the 
soul exists, he requires it, — else the universe's great harmony is broken. 
That the natural world is a harmony science seemed to prove conclusively 
to Browning's mind, since it shows no force can be lost. Then, the greatest 
force of which we know — the human mind — can not go into oblivion at 
death. On these points chiefly rests the seer's belief in immortality. The 
thoughts run all through the lines of " La Saisiaz." 

"Life, my whole soul chance to prove . . . my forces every one, 
Good and evil, — learn life's lesson, hate of evil, love of good! . . . 
Can we love but on condition that the thing must die? " 

In " Abt Vogler " we find the perfect answer to this question : — 
" There shall never be one lost good; what was shall be as before. . . . 

What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more: 
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven the perfect round. 

All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; 
Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power, 

Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist, 
When eternity affirms the conception of an hour." 


But, not only on the argument from the harmony of the universe does 
Browning satisfy himself. The very longing of the soul for an after exist- 
ence has some weight in his mind. 

"Anyhow, we want it; wherefore want?" 

he asks, and then hastens to answer: — 

" God, whose power made man and made man's wants, and made, to meet those wants, 
Heaven and earth, which, through the hody, prove the spirit's ministrants 
Excellently all, — did He lack power, or was the will at fault?" 

Either of .these quotations is enough to show how thoroughly and logically 
Browning believed in the immortality of the soul ; not blindly, but as 
strongly as did the prophets in the voices that they heard, the visions which 
they saw. 

We turn now to the conception of that future state as set forth in his 

Comparing Browning with Shelley, the two seem in direct opposition to 
one another. With Tennyson, the latter seems to take only the most pas- 
sive of attitudes ; in contrast with "La Saisiaz," "In Memoriam " is only a 
pale spectre of this powerful conception of the after world. 

Not only does Browning believe in a personal immortality, but the immor- 
tality of influence. This is slightly touched upon in " Saul " : — 

"Each deed thou hast done 
Dies, revives, goes to work in the world;" 

but the thought is overshadowed by a greater: — 

" O Soul, it shall he a face like my face that receives thee; a man like to me 
Thou shalt love and be loved by forever; a hand like this hand 
Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee ! 
See the Christ stand! " 

Just here we hear the key-note of Browning's conception, — the growth 
of the soul toward perfection of character. In Tennyson's idea of a spirit- 
ual transfiguration we have the thought, but foreshadowed only. 

Life and immortality are so truly interdependent in the poet's mind that 
whatever makes life firm and holy here has the same manifestations there. 


The spirit-world is an outcome of the material universe. Browning's whole 
attitude is that of a spiritual evolutionist; he believes in a soul's "struggle 
for existence," as well as the "survival of the fittest." A man of character 
here will enter a strong spirit-child into the unseen, able to adapt himself 
to new surroundings, and to find the invisible things truly a heaven. 

"Certainly as God exists, 
As he made man's soul, as soul is quenchless by the deathless mists, 
Yet is, all the same, forbidden premature escape from time 
To eternity's provided purer air and brighter clime, — 
Just so certainly depends it on the use to which man turns 
Earth, the good or evil done there, whether after death he earns 
Life eternal, — heaven, the phrase be, or eternal death, — say, hell. 
As his deeds, so prove his portion, doing ill or doing well!" 

Thus Browning defies Shelley's idea of immortality, and accents Tenny- 
son's firm faith. He makes growth toward the perfection of character, not 
mere beauty of intellectual attainment, take the place of peace. Fulfillment 
even to perfection must be the aim of every soul in heaven as on earth. 
Over and over again we hear this in " Christmas Eve and Easter Day ." 

" The love, ever growing there, spite of the strife in it, 
Shall arise, made perfect from death's repose of it. 
And I shall behold thee face to face, 
O God, and in thy light retrace 
How in all I loved her; still wast thou!" 

So, as personality was on earth the grandest thing to Robert Browning, 
so it was the most glorious fact in the wide sweep of heaven. To him the 
perfected personality, the completed character, was immortality ; character 
was God ; and to see God, touch God, yes, be God, the end of every soul's 
personal immortality ! 

" The truth in God's breast 
Lies trace for trace upon ours impressed." 

Helen Woethington Rogers. 



SHE walked slowly up the hill, drawing a little wagon after her. She was 
not more than ten, and her hair was very black, and her eyes big and 
gray. She was sucking an orange, and the coloring of the picture she made 
was very much like that in a yellow daisy ; that is, what color there was 
in the picture, for her apron was of some dark stuff that did not make much 
showing, and her little bare feet and legs had taken upon them a coating of 
dust. The orange gurgled deliciously as she squeezed it, and the juice made 
a sticky circle about her mouth. She was as happy as a lark. 

Away, on either side of the road, across the rail fences, stretched dry 
fields, dotted here and there with greener spots where poppies lifted their 
big cups for the sunshine to fill. The sky was a hazy, sleepy blue, and the 
little girl looked up and thought how she would like to have a dress that 
color all trimmed with poppy yellow. Then she laughed as she pictured her 
gipsy self in it. Everything was so free and beautiful out of doors. She 
had a passionate love for the sky and the broad fields and her own strong 
little body — and oranges. 

A few plain houses showed here and there, and at the top of the hill stood 
a country store with one great shady tree in front of it, and heaped just inside 
the door a cooling pile of watermelons. A boj T was sprinkling the ground 
in front with a watering-pot, and the damp, cool-smelling earth felt delight- 
ful to the child's hot feet as she stopped, out of breath, before the door. The 
straight, black hair was damp on her forehead, and when she brushed it back 
it fell down in moist strings. Then came a happy moment of hesitancy as 
she selected a melon. A big, dark-green one with spots on it pleased her 
most, and her round face was all aglow as she paid the man for it. The re- 
sources of the orange were almost exhausted and she threw it away and 
took the new treasure in its stead. Putting her arms around the great, 
cool melon, she laid her hot cheek up against it, and, going to the wagon 
she had left outside, she seated herself astride across its bed and started it 
with her heels. It went slowly at first, then faster, as she reached the steeper 
part of the hill. The rattling wheels jogged over the dusty road, encircling 
her in a cloud of dust and making her teeth shake together with imminent 
danger to her tongue. The great melon shook about in her lap and she 


hugged it tighter as the thought of dropping it and seeing its red-and-green 
splendor dashed in the dust came to her mind. Her little bare legs stood 
out on either side of the wagon, her feet serving to steer. Ah, the joy of it ! 
The fence on either side swept by with railroad speed. The breeze blew the 
damp hair up from her forehead and seemed fairly to whiz by her, cooling her 
hot cheeks and ears and giving her a delightful sense of power and freedom 
as she joggled on. on, with the blue sky overhead and the watermelon in 
her lap, and a whole world of freedom, and life, and joy in her beaming, 
round face. 

She gave a queer half-whoop, half-whistle as she neared the bottom of the 
hill where the road turned. A man in a buggy, who was driving leisurely 
along, suddenly jerked at the reins and turned his horse to the left as she 
rattled by. The horse gave a sudden plunge. The man swore, and struck 
him with the whip, then relaxed into a grim smile as he thought of what 
he used to do when he was a boy. 


The February sun to rest sinks slow, 
And all the landscape kindles in his rays. 
Afar across the northern hills I gaze 

Where woods of beech and oaken forests grow; 

Their summer leaves, despite each windy foe 
Who fain would take them for his gentler plays. 
Cling closely in these fierce, cold winter days, 

And now in sunset light are all aglow. 
The oaks' rich red, the beeches' bronzen gold 
Come back as in the mellow autumn shades, 

And Indian Summer reigns by grace of light. 
A moment — and the sun is gone, the cold 
Becomes the world again, the glory fades, 

And o'er the earth sets in the winter night. 
Feb. 7, 1S93. 




BOSTOX deserves its favorite name of "the modern Athens" not only 
on account of its culture and intellectuality, but also for its fondness 
for all new things. It might be called the laboratory of the country where 
all new theories, social, religious, or intellectual, are tested, either to be re- 
jected as worthless or sent out to the rest of the Union stamped with Bos- 
ton's approval. One of these new theories, now being experimented upon 
in Boston, has seemed to me so interesting that I thought we might, perhaps, 
not unprofitably spend a few minutes in its consideration. I refer to the 
Church of the Carpenter. It is not a large or a fashionable church. It is 
not down on any list of places which a stranger must be sure to see. nor is 
it noted for its elaborate ritual nor the excellence of its music. In fact, it 
is a poor, obscure, and struggling organization, not yet a year old and known 
to but few : and yet I believe it to be one of the most important churches 
in the whole city. But first a word as to its history. 

Some time ago the Rev. Mr. Bliss, then a pastor in South Xatick. found 
his attention drawn to the social problems of the day. The inequalities in 
the distribution of wealth, the vast fortunes of the few. the destitution of 
the manv, the great and apparently increasing numbers of those who were 
either unable to secure work, or else were barely able, by working day and 
night, to support life, — all these things forced themselves upon his notice, 
and more and more, as he saw the want and misery lying so close about him. 
and contrasted the world as it is with the world as it might be, did the con- 
viction grow in his mind that the cause of social evils is social injustice, and 
that it was his imperative duty, as a minister of the gospel, to discover what 
this injustice is and how it could be remedied: and so he devoted himself to 
the study of the social problem. His studies led him to very different re- 
sults from those usually attained by students of economics. For one thing, 
he became convinced that one great cause of the ills of these later clays is 
that men have lost, or at least do not possess, the spirit of humanity, of kind- 
ly, helpful brotherhood, so strongly inculcated by Christ ; and that, until this 
spirit could be attained, all efforts at reform were likely to prove futile. 
Therefore, since example is so much stronger than precept, he conceived the 
idea of organizing a little church, whose members should be united by this 


spirit of mutual helpfulness, and who should show forth in their daily lives 
the strength and beauty of brotherly love. Here is his plan for the church, 
as it first formed itself in his mind : — 

" It was to be a Catholic parish-church and a Brotherhood ; its members 
were to live, for the most part, in little homes in an enclosure or close 
around the church. They were to work mainly in some co-operative indus- 
try for the good of all. Those of them who would were to meet for meals 
in a common dining-hall. Those who preferred were to have their meals in 
their own homes, but largely prepared in public co-operative ovens, as is the 
custom to-day in some places in Italy and in Western Asia. There was 
to be a church school for the children. There were to be a co- 
operative laundry and other conveniences of life. In the evenings all 
were to meet in a church-house for dance and laughter, for music and 
instruction. There were to be a reading-room and a library and reception 
room for all. The homes were to be simple and easily cared for. The 
church-house was to be beautiful and large, and cared for by the women of 
the church in turns. Thus the household work would be light and the 
women not overworked with household cares, but be true, glad mothers of 
glad church children. The church-house was to be full of art and beauty. 

" Eight hours was to be the limit of the working-day. On Sundays all were 
to meet early for Holy Communion, with lights and simple service. Later 
they were to meet for Morning Prayer and sermon. In the late afternoon 
there was to be Even-Song. In the evening there were to be renderings of 
carefully chosen music or lectures on Christ in Art, Christ in Industry ^ 
Christ in All. On frequent Feast days the church was to meet for stately 
service, to be followed by festal joy. Prayer and work and play were to be 
'in His name.' The little church was to called 'The Church of the 
Carpenter.' " 

Such was his ideal; as was to be expected, the realization differed from it 
widely in matters of detail. Instead of the beautiful church-house among 
the hills and woods, with the homes of the members nestling close around it, 
the church was organized in a hall of one of the business buildings on 
Washington Street, and in this building many of its members still live. The 
picturesque surroundings, the beautiful furnishings and adjuncts with which 
he would have fain beautified the church, are wanting ; but after all they 


were merely details, and the spirit of the church as it was planned has been 
attained. The system of communal meals was established, and from it has 
evolved one of the striking features of the association, — the Brotherhood 
Supper. Every Sunday evening a supper is spread in the church hall, and 
to this every one who will is welcome to come ; but, since the church is poor, 
a small fee is charged. Some subject has previously been selected for gen- 
eral discussion. Usually some topic of the day, or some social or religious 
question is chosen. After the supper, a speaker, who has been appointed 
during the week, makes a short speech on this subject, which is then thrown 
open for general discussion, and any one whom the spirit moves to do so is 
free to rise and express his views. Perfect freedom of speech prevails, and, 
since persons of all shades of belief and unbelief participate, somewhat 
startling opinions are occasionally broached. This freedom of speech has at 
times given offense to some, who have thought that a Christian church 
ought not to permit atheistic or infidel utterances ; but Mr. Bliss very wisely 
considers that it is better for each one to say what he thinks than to get 
the idea that if he said it the Church of Christ would be seriously injured 
thereby : so free speech, limited only by courtesy, reigns supreme. 

The theory of the Church of the Carpenter recognizes the brotherhood of 
the rich as well as of the poor; but, since the rich are better able to help 
themselves, its active work has been more among the poor and middle 
classes. It has thus come to do something of what we regard as peculiarly 
college settlement work, though it has never made a specialty of this. Per- 
haps the main difference between its work on this line and that of our set- 
tlements is that it has avoided the slight tinge of condescension which 
colors our work. We can not quite rid ourselves of the idea that a college 
settlement is a very philanthropic and commendable affair, and that any one 
taking up the work is entering on a praiseworthy course of self-sacrifice ; 
while this church, holding that all men are really of one great family, con- 
siders it only the natural and proper course that one who is strong in any 
respect should help, as far as in him lies, one who is weak, and this with no 
more thought of doing a laudable or noteworthy thing than an elder brother 
has when he carries a younger over a rough place in the path. 

The Church of the Carpenter has always kept on good terms with the va- 
rious labor organizations of Boston, and through this fact came about one of 


the most interesting enterprises founded under their auspices, — a co-opera- 
tive tailoring-shop. About a year ago some of the sewing-women of Bos- 
ton met by invitation in the church hall to discuss their situation. Then- 
position was almost desperate. It was almost impossible for them to live 
on the wages they were getting, and there was no prospect of any improve- 
ment. One after another they agreed that the only thing which could help 
them would be the establishment of a co-operative shop, in which there would 
be no middleman to take up the profits, and in which, therefore, they could win 
a fair living by fair work ; and since they had neither capital nor experience 
sufficient to start such a venture themselves, they appealed to the church 
for aid. The church responded nobly. The use of a hall was given them, 
for which, when they could afford to pay it, a small rent was to be charged, 
but till then it should be free. One member lent them capital to get the 
necessary machinery and furniture ; another volunteered to act as their man- 
ager; and so the little shop was started. Those of you who have made any 
study of co-operative undertakings know that of all trades that of garment- 
making is the most difficult in which to carry on such an enterprise success- 
fully, and the shop had a hard struggle for existence. They could not get 
well-paid work to do, for many of the large Boston firms, looking on the en- 
terprise with suspicion as having, a tendency to eventually raise wages, 
refused it work of any kind, while others offered it work of the poorest 
quality at prices lower than they would have been obliged to pay even 
at the sweating-shops. Yet, since the girls must have work, they accepted 
these orders, and all through the long, hot days of last summer they toiled 
desperately. " We tried very hard," says Mr. Bliss, speaking of this time. 
" to keep the girls from working over legal hours, but it was almost impos- 
sible to do so. We tried to give them an hour's recreation at noon, and se- 
cured musicians and singers and readers to entertain them, but the girls re- 
fused to take the time to listen. They must work, they said; they must 
make the shop succeed." During this time the girls were barely making 
living wages, but they held on bravely, and with the fall came better days. 
Orders for campaign uniforms first made them somewhat independent of 
the wretched work they had been engaged upon, and after the campaign 
was over came in still better work. They have recently moved into a 
larger building nearer the centre of the town, they are getting in better 


wholesale orders and a good deal of retail work, and they think that their 
worst days are over. 

Perhaps the most radical undertaking of the Church of the Carpenter is 
its latest. As it has been increasing in numbers and prosperity, it has re- 
cently rented the upper floors of two adjoining buildings, and as fast as it 
can it is fitting up these additional apartments as lodging-rooms. As fast 
as these rooms are furnished they are to be placed at the service of any who 
may need them. Be the applicant who or what he may, scientific inquirer 
or homeless wanderer, victim of misfortune or victim of his own vices, anx- 
ious to reform or anxious only to escape the penalty of past misdoing, he — 
or she, for the church recognizes no distinction of sex in need — ■ will receive 
shelter and a cordial welcome. If the applicant can do, so he will be ex. 
pected to pay a reasonable sum for board and lodging. If not, he will re- 
ceive just as warm a welcome, and the church will exert itself to the utmost 
to secure him honest work, to give him friendship, sympathy, and encourage- 
ment, and to help him back to paths of respectability. What the effect of 
this very catholic and far-reaching charity will be, it is yet too soon to pre- 
dict. Certainly, it is opposed to the doctrines of the current political econ- 
om3 r , but it does seem to come rather close to the teachings of Christ. 

Such are some of the salient features of the Church of the Carpenter. It 
is not a sensational organization. If it were, it would be easier to describe, 
and would have grown far more rapidly. Its moderation, as well as its rad- 
icalism, has stood in the way of its material progress. As its rector says, 
" We are too socialistic to suit most Christians, and too churchly for most 
Socialists," so neither class has heartily helped it. Just because the differ- 
ence between it and other churches is so pronounced and yet so subtle, it is 
hard to give any idea of what it really is. Perhaps one might say that the 
main difference is that the Church of the Carpenter, accepting the same 
creed as other churches, regards it not as a mere dogma, but as a principle 
of life ; not as a series of doctrines to which an intellectual assent must be 
rendered, but as a mainspring of action which must necessarily produce a 
marked change in one's relations to his fellow-men. 

But the Church of the Carpenter is a small organization, and by no means 
wealthy. It has existed as an organized church for less than a year. Any 
one of a dozen accidents might ruin it entirely, and its passing away would 


be known only to the few. On what grounds can we claim that it is an im- 
portant movement? 

In this day the importance of the social problem hardly needs to be 
dwelt upon. We all know how wonderfully the prosperity of the nation 
has increased within the last half-century. Our vast natural resources are 
being opened up, means of communication have been improved, labor-saving 
machinery has been invented. Steam and steel have become the hewers of 
wood and drawers of water for this generation, and by their aid one man to- 
day can do what fifty could not accomplish in the times of our grandfathers. 
Wealth pours in on every side, and yet with all this increase of material 
prosperity the people as a whole receive so little benefit from it. Our mill- 
ionaires have their city homes and their country places, beautiful and lux- 
urious as the palaces of the old world ; but in our slums people herd to- 
gether, two or even more families living, eating, sleeping, dying in a room 
fourteen feet square. The coal barons of Pennsylvania and Ohio accumu- 
late such fortunes as were undreamed of a century ago, but the miners live 
in a state of poverty and degradation which beggars description. Wealthy 
leaders of society, longing for some new diversion, give birthday parties to 
their pet poodles, at which the dogs of their friends are regaled with game 
pie and cream, but a few squares away starving women are competing 
fiercely for the chance to earn half a dollar a day. Everywhere we see the 
same state of affairs, — extreme wealth on the one hand, utter poverty on 
the other; and ever, as the fortunes of the rich increase, the misery of the 
poor becomes by contrast more bitter. 

This is no new thing, you say? True, but there are elements of danger 
in the situation to-day which did not exist of old. The people are growing 
conscious of their misery. It was hardly so before; they were born, they 
suffered, they died, and the idea that life could be otherwise hardly entered 
their minds. To-day a spirit of unrest and bitter dissatisfaction is abroad. 
Free education has leavened the mass a little, and the people are beginning 
to think, to seek the cause of their sufferings. Moreover, in olden times, all 
the influence of religion was brought to bear to persuade the poor that a 
God of justice had doomed them to this life, and that a God of mercy would 
regard as an unpardonable sin any attempt on their part to escape from that 
station of life in which it had pleased Providence, through the medium of 


our beautiful social arrangements, to place them. But religion is losing its 
hold on the masses ; no plea of divine right will avail our present system 
long. More and more the people are questioning the justice of an organ- 
zation of society which compels the man} 7 to lives of toil and privation and 
ignorance that the few may go clad in purple and fine linen and fare sumpt- 
uously every day. More and more are they becoming convinced that the 
present order is wrong, and that a remedy must be found. It behooves us 
to see that they find the right one ; hunger, and hate, and ignorance are 
fierce foes to battle against, and the French Revolution has shown what may 
happen when a people is made desperate by misery. 

But what is the true remedy ? Are we sure that we know it ourselves ? 
Numerous remedies have been proposed. " Teach the poor to culti- 
vate a spirit of industry, of temperance and contentment," is a favorite 
suggestion. Well, bj- all means, teach this. Teach the sweater's victim, 
working sixteen hours a day, to be more industrious ; teach the man whose 
system, weakened by insufficient nourishment, exhausted by overwork, 
poisoned by unsanitary surroundings, calls imperiously for stimulants, to re- 
fuse its demands. You may do a good work, but do not imagine that in 
thus averting some of the effects you are abolishing the causes of social 
injustice. " Organize charity more carefully," is another theory, but charity, 
again, only relieves present pain, without removing the causes which pro- 
duce, and must necessarily produce, want and misery. Socialism offers, 
perhaps, the most hopeful solution, but socialism demands in the people 
among whom it is to be tried intelligence and self-control, and the very poor 
possess but little of either ; the conditions of their life do not tend to de- 
velop such qualities. Remedy after remedy has been proposed, but always 
either the conditions under which the experiment might be successfully tried 
have been found incapable of realization, or else the experiment has failed. 

Yet there must be a remedy, or else, for multitudes of our race, this world is 
a hell, and life the crudest gift with which a human soul could be cursed : 
and this remedy can be found, I believe, in the spirit of Christ. Observe, 
in the spirit of Christ, not in modern Christianity ; not in the Christianity 
which builds magnificent churches in one quarter of a city, while in another 
}-oung girls are growing up in surroundings which render modesty and 
virtue impossible ; not in the Christianity which permits a Rockefeller to 


build up a fortune at the cost of ruin to all who compete with him, and then 
atone for it all by building a church or endowing a university; not in the 
Christianity which allows us 'to lead easy, comfortable lives here, cultivating 
our intellects and our aesthetic sensibilities and all our higher faculties, 
while not twenty miles away men and women whom we profess to regard 
as our brothers and sisters, children of one Father with ourselves, are living 
under conditions which must, and which we know must, stunt them phys- 
ically and starve them morally and dwarf them intellectually ; not in the 
smooth, selfish, worldly Christianity which makes religion a mockery and 
the church the bitterest farce our civilization has ever seen, but the Christi- 
anity which Christ taught and the Apostles lived, — the Christianity which 
looks upon all the race as verily one family, which, seeing a brother cold or 
hungry, is not satisfied with saying, " Depart in peace, be thou warmed and 
filled," but takes practical steps to see that the warming and feeding are 
accomplished, and which, better still, will see that its social system is so 
adjusted that all, save the physically and mentally infirm, may by fair work 
secure a fair living, and not be forced to seek as a kindness what should be 
earned as a right. It is because the Church of the Carpenter stands for this 
principle of brotherhood, this practical, vital, loving Christianity that it is of 
importance. The success of the church may be doubtful, but that of its 
principle can not be. The Church of the Carpenter may pass away, but its 
spirit must survive, must grow stronger and stronger, until by it we are led 
up from the mists and perplexities and wrongs of our present sj^stem into 
the pure light of a better day, where want and suffering will be no more 
known, and the social problem will have become a thing of the past. 


" /"^OME, Madame Oak-Leaf," cried Jack Frost, "choose yourself a fall 
V_> gown from my stock. You may have crimson, like your neighbor, 

Mistress Maple, or golden yellow, such as the Maiden Birch prefers." 

"Nay, good friend," said the Oak-Leaf, "those gowns are gay indeed, but 

they are flimsy and will not last the winter through. Give me something 

that will wear well. I am here for use, not for show." 


" 0-ho," laughed Jack Frost. "And of what use, pray, can you be — old 
and feeble as you are ? " 

"I can stay here and shelter the baby leaf that is to take my place next 
spring," replied the Oak-Leaf. 

With a scornful laugh Jack Frost hurried on, to find a more appreciative 
customer for his goods. 

" Foolish old Oak-Leaf ! " he said to himself. " She never can brave a 
winter. She would be wise to follow the fashions, and enjoy herself a little 
before she falls, rather than to attempt the impossible." 

The Oak-Leaf heard him, but she only smiled. She was content to do her 

"Come, Madame Oak-Leaf," cried the North Wind. "Come, dance with 
me? Why should you stay tied up at home, when all the other Leaves are 
free and frolicking together?" 

But the Oak-Leaf only answered: " I am needed here to shelter the child 
that will take up my work by-and-by." 

" What a stupid old prig ! " cried the North Wind, as he rushed on. But 
the Oak-Leaf only smiled. She was content to do her duty. 

"You poor old Oak-Leaf! " whispered the snow-flakes as they fell through 
the wintry air, "Why don't you come down with us and rest? You must 
be so cold and weary. Come down and let us cover you up in a soft, warm bed," 1 

The Oak-Leaf looked longingly toward the earth, but still replied: "I can 
not leave my charge." 

" How foolish and willful she is !" the snow-flakes sighed. 

But the Oak-Leaf only smiled. She was content to do her duty. 

" Out of the way, you old, withered creature ! " cried the young leaf in 
the spring. "You've kept me cooped up here ridiculously long! All the 
other Leaves were out in the sunshine weeks ago. Out of the way, I say ! " 

Then the old Oak-Leaf knew that her task was ended. She dropped from 
the tree and fell fluttering to the ground. 

" I'm glad she's gone at last," grumbled the young leaf, as his old nurse 
disappeared and he sprang out into the spring sunshine ; " I hope I shall 
never outlive my usefulness." 

The old Oak-Leaf heard his words, but she only smiled. She had done 
her duty. 



Can I tell you how I love you, 

With your beautiful brown eyes, 
And your pretty lips, just parted, 

In a smile both sweet and wise? 

No, I know I can not tell you 

How the one warm spot you bring, 
Gives my life, so cold and wintry, 

All the warmth of sunny spring. 

Surely, I shall ne'er forget you, 

Through life's mingled joy and care, 
Darling, little, furry sable, 

That around my throat I wear! 

— Gertrude Jones. 


WHAT is there characteristic about Galveston ? Has it any features 
which twenty other cities do not share? Perhaps not ; and yet — I 
raise my eyes for a moment, and as I gaze out abstractedly the bleak New- 
England landscape fades away, the snow-covered hills sink from sight, the 
bitter north wind which is howling past my windows dies into utter quiet, 
and once more I look in fancy upon the island city at high noon of an Au- 
gust day. I am looking down upon a broad, sandy street, bordered on either 
side by a hedge of oleanders. At both ends of the street one can see blue 
water, — on the right the Gulf, on the left Galveston Bay, — and so nearly on 
a level are land and water that one hardly sees why the waves of the Gulf 
should not roll on across the island. Near at hand, the thick-walled white 
buildings stand out sharply against the sky, " clear-cut, with shadows very 
black ;" and beneath the " sheds," built out to protect the sidewalks from 
sun and rain, gather dusky, mysterious shadows. Not a breeze is stirring ; 
the leaves of the orange-trees and pomegranates hang drooping beneath the 
fierce blaze of the sun, and the heated air rises quivering above the heated 
sand of the streets. Far away I can hear the rhythmic throb of a cotton- 
press, and can see its jet of steam hang for a moment like a cloud against 
the sky, then fade away, while another takes its place. The streets are very 
quiet, for no one is abroad at this hour except on some matter of necessity. 


The white glare of the sand beats up against the blue glare of the sky. 
Heat and light and solitary silence reign ; it is like some uninhabited city 
in a desert. 

One of the peculiarities of Galveston is its lowness. The island is a mere 
sandbank, scarcely ten feet above the water in its highest part. Once in a 
while it is overflowed. When the wind blows hard and steadily from a 
certain quarter the water of the Gulf is backed up into the bay ; if, now, 
the wind suddenly veers to the northeast, this water is driven back across 
the island. Such an overflow does not often do much damage, partly be- 
cause a good many conditions of wind and storm have to be fulfilled to 
bring any great depth of water over the island, partly because the houses 
are all built upon piles from three to five feet high. Usually all that hap- 
pens is that the city is converted for some hours, perhaps even for a day or 
-two, into a kind of Americanized Venice, minus the gondolas. Business 
comes to a standstill; solid citizens may be seen balancing wildly about 
on hastily constructed rafts, as they sail off to secure a stock of provisions » 
families living near the beach take refuge with their friends nearer the 
centre of the island, and turn the occasion into a picnic ; while the small boy 
is in a frenzy of delight, " going fishing " on the veranda, sailing tubs about 
the backyards, dropping everything within reach from the windows " to see 
it float," and generally making himself a boon and a blessing. Still, there 
is always the possibility of danger, and the fate of Last Island lingers in 
their memories as a constant, faint menace to Galvestonians. The last 
storm in which the city suffered any real damage was in the seventies, — '75, 
I think, — and it is remembered chiefly for the fate of one man and a boy. 
Far out on the eastern and lowest end of the island stands the quarantine 
station. There are no other buildings within a mile or so, and it does not 
need very high water to cut the station off from the rest of the city. In 
this storm of '75 the wind had been blowing almost a gale for two days, and 
the water of the bay was backed up to a dangerous height, when, on the 
third day, the wind showed signs of changing. The least experienced knew 
that this meant danger. The smaller houses and those on low ground were 
hastily abandoned — none too soon, for the slighter structures were beginning 
to shake ominously before the rush of the rising waters — and a boat was 
sent out for the people at the quarantine station. By some unlucky chance 


the boat sent was too small to hold all the people at the station, and two, the 
keeper himself and his little son, were left behind to be taken on a second trip. 
But long before the boat got to the city it was plain that there would be no 
second trip for it that night; for a time it hardly seemed likely to succeed 
in returning from this first attempt. That night the storm rose to a fearful 
height ; the wind blew a perfect hurricane, and over the lower part of the 
island the waters raged at will. At times it seemed as though no building 
in the city could withstand the shock of the waves, but still for hours, through 
the flying spray and drifting rain, watchers in the town could catch a 
glimpse of the quarantine light, and while it shone they hoped against hope 
for the two who waited for death amid that awful waste of waters. It was 
long past midnight when, in a wilder blast than had yet swept over the 
island, the light suddenly vanished, and the watchers fancied — it could 
have been only fancy — that they heard a distant cry. It was two days be" 
fore the storm Relied away sufficiently for a boat to go out to Quarantine 
Point. Not a trace of the buildings was left, and the bodies of the keeper 
and his son were never found. Other lives 'were lost in this same storm 
but there was nothing else approaching the dramatic interest of the hopeless 
waiting for death of the two in the abandoned building that night. 

Like every other Southern city of any pretensions, Galveston has its war 
history. The remains of old earthworks can be traced on the eastern end 
of the island, and the marks of shells are visible on some of the public build- 
ings; moreover, at least two-thirds of the adult male population bear mili- 
tary titles. Most of the fighting near here was naval, and of but little im- 
portance. Concerning one of these engagements Galvestonians tell a story 
which has always interested me from the ethical point involved. Here it is : 
In a certain fight off Galveston harbor, one of the Federal vessels, the " Har- 
riet Lane," let us call her, as that was certainly not her name, ran aground. 
The tide was ebbing, and no efforts could get the vessel off; but hying there 
she was exposed to the full fire of the fort on the island, and completely 
at the mercy of the Confederate vessels outside. Surrender was the only 
thing possible under the circumstances, so the flag was lowered. The 
Confederates, of course, at once ceased firing on the ship, but, instead of 
promptly boarding her and taking possession, they devoted themselves to 
the rest of the Northern fleet, meaning to come back for the " Harriet Lane " 


after they got through with the others. It was a case of misplaced con- 
fidence, though, on their part, for the contest was a long one, and while it 
went on the tide flowed in until the " Harriet Lane " found herself fairly 
floated off the bar. What was her duty under the circumstances? Ought 
her crew to consider that, as they had saved their lives by yielding, they 
were in honor bound to let the Southerners have the fruit of their sub- 
mission ; or might they justly argue that, as they surrendered only because 
they were on a sand-bar, their surrender held good only while they were 
aground, and that, if the Confederates didn't care enough for their prize to 
secure it while they had the opportunity, they had no right to complain if it 
escaped them at last? Whatever they ought to have done, what they did 
do was to steam away and join the other Federal vessels, to the great in- 
dignation of the Southerners, who were loud in their denunciations of 
Yankee faithlessness and ingratitude. 

Galveston would certainly be renowned for its flowers if their very abun- 
dance did not prevent a proper appreciation of them. No words can describe 
the beauty of the springtime there ; it becomes literally an island of flowers. 
The streets are hedged by oleanders growing into shrubs twenty feet high 
in some places, covered with great clusters of pink and white blossoms, 
larger, more fragrant, and more brilliant of hue than any one who has seen 
them only in the North could believe. The gardens are full of orange and 
lemon trees, fig-trees, and pomegranate bushes. The air is heavy with the 
scent of the Cape Jessamine, and the Spanish Bayonet raises its stately spike 
of creamy bells beside the delicate foliage of the crape myrtle. But the 
roses are Galveston's crowning glory. They are everywhere, climbing up 
the porticos, peeping out through the fences, taking possession of every 
vacant spot. Roses of the rarest and most exquisite kinds bloom riotously. 
Marechal Niel and Cloth of Gold, Jacqueminot and Malmaison, and Niphe- 
tos and La France, and many another, named and unnamed — here they all 
are, a perfect carnival of beauty and fragrance. 

But Galveston does not lack for other claims to interest; and, in fact, so 
remarkable a place is it that it has been taken under the special protection 
of the celestial powers, as any good Catholic will explain to you if you will 
but walk down with him to the gray old cathedral, and look up to where, 
on its lofty spire, stands a beautiful image of the Blessed Virgin, stretching 


out her hands in protection and benediction over the flowery city. In the 
old da} r s, he will tell you, the island used to be visited almost annually by 
yellow fever, and some twenty years ago there was so terrible a visitation 
that, between those who died and those who fled, the city was almost de- 
populated. When at last the deadly fever burned itself out and the surviv- 
ors began to cast about for means of averting its return, the faithful sent to 
Italy for this image, — the Holy Father himself has blessed it, — and, raising 
it to its present position, with prayers and invocations they dedicated to its 
protection the cathedral, the city, and the island. The Virgin was gra- 
ciously pleased to accept the charge, and since that year the yellow fever has 
never returned to Galveston. To be sure, skeptics are apt to mention that 
the raising of the statue was coincident with the establishment of a rigid 
quarantine system, and the appointment of a board of health to supervise 
the sanitary condition of the city; but that is a sordid and materialistic view 
to take of the affair. Let us rather share the faith of the devout Catholic, 
and believe that the gentle Mother of Mercy does indeed avert all pestilence 
from the fair city o\ which she keeps her tireless watch and ward. 

Ah, it is a beautiful city, with its broad streets and brilliant skies, its 
broad-piazzaed houses set far back in their wealth of luxuriant shrubbery, its 
strange, motley population gathered from all the quarters of the globe, and 
with the steady monotone of the surf forcing its way through and over all 
sounds of business or pleasure. Alas and alas for its distant sunshine and 
fragrance ! It is a fair dream of the summer, but what have we to do with 
it, dwellers in this rigorous clime ? The north wind's trumpets are calling 
us, the rock-ribbed . hills are preaching us stern lessons of strength and 
courage. Let us arise and gird ourselves manfully for the conflict ; but in 
hours of discouragement and weariness our thoughts and our hearts turn 
again to thee, Galveston, city of sunshine and blossom, radiant Queen of 
the Gulf. 



SADNESS would darken the brow of the Chiel, mortification would de- 
vitalize his frame, and despair would seize the essence of his being 
were he to weary any one whose eye chances to fall upon his printed notes. 
He therefore humbly beseeches the reader, when he feels the first touch of 
drowsiness, to close these unlucky pages without further delay, and to take a 
nap. And neither would the Chiel desire you to consider him the possessor 
of a "squinting brain;" nevertheless, he sometimes can not refrain from 
puzzling over certain little incongruities which exist in the life around him, 
from asking harmless questions, and from making comments now and then : 

for, in truth, — 

" A chiel' s amang you taking notes, 
And, faith, he'll prent it." 

The Chiel, in happy mood, was idly leaning against the post of a door, 
which opened into a long arched hall. The hallway ran into little recesses 
each lighted by a window, through which peeped the rays of a retiring sun. 
The semi-illumined particles of the atmosphere seemed joyous also, and 
gleefully knocked up against one another ; and when the Chiel half closed his 
eyes, he thought he could see them sending forth little shining trills of 
what, for want of a more proper expression, might be called laughter. His 
soul responded to the innocent gaiety before him, when — horrors ! 

The Chiel beheld an Act of Walking coming down the hallway. Many 
persons, unenlightened by experience, but with perfectly good intentions, 
will throw themselves into a scholarly attitude and assert, " Nonsense ! It 
is impossible to see such an abstract thing as an Act of Walking." The 
Chiel begs to state that this remark does not trouble him in the least; for 
he knows that he saw an Act of Walking. It was a horrible monster of 
Protean accomplishments ; and, sad to relate, but all too true, it had swal- 
lowed a beautiful maiden and had maliciously outlined her form by its own. 
The Chiel 'calls her a^ beautiful maiden, not because she seemed beautiful 
to him at that moment, but because he could see that she would have been 
so, had she not been in| the Act of Walking, and so completely under its 
control. She was naturally tall, erect, and graceful, but under the manage- 
ment of this particular monster (for all Acts of Walking are not so barba- 
rous) the maiden was as a mere jumping-jack. The wonderful tricks which 
it made her perform were painfully grotesque. 



The Chiel finds it hard to describe her movements, but will make an attempt 
to do so. They certainly were not directed according to the rules of the 
beautiful harmonic poise. Her chest was not erect ; neither was her head. 
Her arms looked uneasy ; and, bent at the elbows into an acute angle, they 
see-sawed the air with such vigor that if one happened to be passing along 
near by he would be in danger of catching cold from the draughts which 
surrounded her. The monster delighted in thrusting forward her head, and 
holding it in a rigid position ; in doubling up her shoulders ; depressing her 
chest ; and in spurring her onward with little jerks. 

This sight made the Chiel feel faint. But what most troubled him was, 
that there are innumerable maidens within the power of just such monsters ; 
and he lifts up his voice to implore all sane-minded persons to use all their 
strength in rescuing beautiful maidens from these horrible, unmerciful, ex- 
cruciating Acts of Walking. 

Several weeks ago, the Chiel had the good fortune to visit what he con- 
siders the finest college in America. It is a woman's college, and is sit- 
uated about fifteen miles west of Boston. There were so many good points 
about it, that he left with a pleasing idea of composite excellence, rather 
than impressed by any particular detail ; but there were a few bad points, 
and, on account of their scarcity, he retained a distinct remembrance of 
them. Concerning one of these points the Chiel wishes to ask a few ques- 
tions. They pertain to the decorations in the rooms of the students. 

Question No. 1. — To what part of human nature appeal those marvel- 
ously intricate ornamentations, which consist of different colored tissue pa- 
pers, cut into figures of various shapes, interwoven with one another, and 
festooned along the wall ? 

Question No. 2. — Why should a student, otherwise possessed of a dis- 
cerning mind and good taste, wedge her door apart with brightly colored 
picture-cards, inscribed with bits of literature on the Royal Baking Powder, 
Baker's Breakfast Cocoa, Burnett's Perfectly Pure Standard Flavoring of 
Highly Concentrated Extracts, Barry's Tricopherous, Miss Beach's Curling 
Fluid, etc.? 

Question No. 3. — Why do young women, who are supposed to have put 
away childish things, still continue to delight in tying fantastic ribbons 
upon every available piece of furniture ? 



Question No. 4. — Does it not shock one's sense of refinement to be con- 
fronted, in inopportune places, by such startling signs as " Keep off the 
grass," "Hands off," "Ask your grocers for Maria," "Boys wanted," " Use 
Pear's soap," "No smoking allowed," "No horses to be turned loose here," 
" No dogs allowed," etc. ? 

But the Chiel does not wish to be critical. He only wonders why a stu- 
dent's room should bear so strong a resemblance to a bazaar. 

Some of us are filled with a grave apprehension that we are entering upon 
the era of a renascence in hoop-skirts. This style has not yet shown un- 
wonted officiousness — at least, in the regions of our discreet Boston. They 
tell the Chiel, however, that in New York it is spreading itself more and 
more, and has gained such prominence that he may be justified in consider- 
ing the possibilities which await us in the line of fashion. The Chiel under- 
stands that, in a certain city, one lady of fashion's clan, while walking along 
the street, acted as a moving partition, and passers-by were obliged to resort 
to the curb-stone, and sometimes to the gutter. " Yes," remarked a young 
woman who is acquainted with this story of outrage, " hoop-skirts literally 
drive men to the gutters." 

Several weeks ago there was introduced into the New York Assembly the 
Anti-Crinoline Bill, ridiculous, though with a good underlying purpose. It 
consisted of six sections, the first of which reads: "Therefore, be it en- 
acted, that is shall be unlawful for any person to sell, give, loan, or furnish 
to any citizen of this State what are known and called hoop-skirts or crino- 
line ; but any person may steal such article, and if not caught will not be 
punished." The other sections are in a similar vein. Now the Chiel looks 
at this matter much more seriously, and would suggest a more stringent 
measure. He would therefore like to add a section to this bill — Section 7 
— -which would read: "Every individual who, in spite of laws to the con- 
trary, persists in wearing hoop-skirts, shall be made to pay a heavj r tax, in 
proportion to the circumference of said skirts; and the money, coming in 
to the government from this tax, shall go toward the enlarging of public edi- 

In the "New Review" for February, 1893, there is an article called "In 
Defense of Crinoline," by Lady Jeune. She says: "If crinoline is going to 
be the fashion, we may shriek till we are hoarse, but it will be adopted, and 


there are many points in its favor, if it can only be controlled within rea- 
sonable limits." Let us glance over the points which she gives in its favor. 
According to her, crinoline may be defended on the ground that there are 
many women who, for personal reasons, will welcome its return ; it may 
also be defended on hygienic grounds and those of cleanliness. " Now we 
shall have no trailing skirts that act as a mud-brush on a pavement, and a 
dirt-trap in the house," she says. " We can now have clean boots and stock- 
ings, instead of those which needed cleaning every time we came in from 
walking, in our dirty and bedraggled petticoats." 

All this may be true ; but the Chiel thinks that crinoline, while it may 
hide defects, is far more offensive to the sight than the defects themselves ; 
and that taking care of a train is preferable to being tossed about in the 
restless billows of a hoop-shirt. But it is not necessary to choose between 
the train and hoop-shirt. There are other styles of dress. 

Lady Jeune also takes up the humorous side of the subject, as may be 
seen from the following quotations : — 

'■ The reappearence of crinoline must produce a change in some of the 
outdoor games women now participate in. Lawii-tennis will be hardly pos- 
sible in a crinoline; the quick, active movement, the constant change of 
attitude, the jumping to reach a ball, would hardly be possible with an 
inflated skirt ; and croquet will possibly reign once more, a game which per- 
mits of slower and more graceful movements." 

" One unmixed mercy [of the return of crinoline] will be the complete 
disappearence of the terrible decorations of Japanese fans, umbrellas, etc., 
with which we are all familiar. They would literally be swept away in the 
tempest created by the entrance of a few voluminous crinolines in their 

"But the crinoline in its hey-day of glory and insolence did not alter the 
position or feeling of men to women ; they still wooed and won them in 
hoops, and never for one moment did the " old story " cease to be told, and 
whispered even at a distance of many feet from the object to whom it was- 

The Chiel, however, is a tolerably easy-going individual, and is content to 

rely upon the decision of the American women in regard to this matter,. 

while he politely stands aside and takes notes. 

Maky Keyt Isham. 



THERE seems to be an unwritten decree — and we all know how much 
weightier are unwritten than written laws in most matters — that an 
incoming board of editors for a college magazine shall make their first ap- 
pearance in literary evening dress, so to speak, shall advance, hand on 
heart, to the footlights, and, grievously lamenting their own deficiencies, 
shall crave the indulgence of their audience, and promise all sorts of possi- 
ble and impossible things concerning their work for the next twelve months. 
This, while unquestionably a charming custom, has one distinct disadvan- 
tage : the opening address has not yet crystallized into a formula, unchang- 
ing as the wording of a Chinese letter, yet what chance is there of making 
it original? So many college papers, so many editors entering on their 
duties, so many opening editorials for so many years past — how is it pos- 
sible to do anything but to say the same old things in the same old way ? 
Still, far be it from us to run counter to a time-honored custom. Respect 
for antiquity is better than originality: so we, too, will say our say in this, 
our opening number. 

And, first, what shall be said as to our predecessors? Is there any need 
of speech or compliment from us to them? Not, surely, before a Wellesley 
audience, whose eyes have been upon them for the last college year. They 
founded our magazine, they conducted it through the perilous first six 
months of its existence. How hard their task was we, entering a path 
made easy by their labors, are just beginning to appreciate. No, they need 
no compliments from us ; may we, when we in turn pass on, leave behind 
us a record as satisfactor}r as theirs. 

And for ourselves, what shall we say ? Shall we debate on what we 
should like to do? Shall we give voice to our aspirations that the Maga- 
zine may continue an exponent of our Wellesley life in all its depth and 
breadth ; nay, that it may step beyond the limits of our college world, and in 
the questions agitating the greater world outside range itself on the side of 
right and justice? Many such dreams we have, of which we would gladly 
speak, but that is a wise old proverb, "Let not him that girdeth on his 


armor boast himself as he that putteth it off," and, perchance, it ware well 
for us to say nothing about our anticipations until time has shown how far 
we may realize them. What we hope to do may at least serve as an ideal 
toward which we shall strive ; what we can do the future must show. And 
so, prudently abstaining from promises, let us bow once more to our audi- 
ence and retire, to show by deeds not words what are our hopes, and to 
await with them the time when they shall sum up our work, and, looking 
back upon it, shall know whether we have succeeded or failed. 

SPRING is making literally true the saying, " Cleanliness is next to god- 
liness." Indeed, the Lenten season was not yet over when rollicking 
March began to shake the dry 3'ellow leaves from the oak-trees, and to 
sweep them into sheltered corners and ravines. April is now busy, finishing 
the half-completed work of her happy-go-lucky brother, freshening each tiny 
twig, and laying a rich green carpet in place of winter's white rug. Deft- 
fingered Majr will add the last graceful touches and end Dame Winter's 

House-cleaning has been for ages woman's province, and she has prided 
herself on her reputation for "sweeping the cobwebs from the sky." But 
at last she has followed April's wise example, and has come down from the 
clouds, in order to aid man in his work of cleaning streets. The Magazine 
leads in three cheers for the girls of Packer's Collegiate Institute, Brooklyn, 
who are earnestly studying the street-cleaning problem, and echoes the 
words of President Backus : " The men of his city are too busy to attend 
to public affairs, and we believe the time is coming when the women will 
have to see that the streets are properly cleaned, and so we are drilling our 
girls to inform themselves on the subject as well as on other public questions." 

Other public questions ! The work must not stop at the sidewalk. 
Many house-cleaning and housekeeping problems exist on the other side 
of the street, and Uncle Sam is calling on his nieces for their solutions. 
Will those who have theoretical solutions to any of Columbia's Domestic 
Science Problems please communicate with the Free Press of the Welles- 
ley Magazine? 


£0e Sree (press. 

A recent Legenda bore on its title-page an odd little picture of " This Funny 
Wellesley World." A sketch of the earth, on which Wellesley was a large black 
dot, served as the head for a little figure in the Senior gown and supported the 
dignified Senior cap. A newly discovered mountain range made a nose to up- 
hold a scholarly pair of spectacles, while a broad smile extended from shore to 
shore of the Atlantic. 

Everybody laughed at the droll little figure, but only those who had been a part 
of the "Wellesley world" knew all that the dignified cap, the scholarly specta- 
cles, and the merry smile stood for. It all meant the jolliest of good times • — 
spreads, dances in the gym, Tree Day, Float. It meant misery too, — grinding, 
examinations, domestic work. It meant much more, for it stood for four years of 
steady purpose, high endeavor, honest work. 

But that which lingers in memory longest is the thought of the red-letter days, 
the Parliament, Tree Day, Float Night, all those delightful festivals so peculiar 
to Wellesley life. For the Wellesley world. is a "funny" one, with its holidays 
known only to itself, its social events such as are found nowhere else. It is a life 
possible only in a large community of women, amid delightful surroundings, but 
apart from the business of the general world. 

But, pleasant as it is, it has its disadvantages. More than one man of wide cul- 
ture has said, "My children must be educated at a college whose students are 
more thoroughly in touch with the world." Many a mother decides, "My daugh- 
ter is to be fitted for her place, must be trained in something besides mathematics 
and Greek; and the life at Wellesley, however attractive it may be to the student, 
is no preparation for society outside the college gates." 

To us who realize the value of this isolation and freedom for our mental work, 
the criticism seems entirely too severe, not, however, entirely unfounded. Can 
we deny that our interests often narrow to a very small and school-girlish circle? 
Two students sit down for a few minutes' chat together. Are the chances great 
that they will refer, even remotely, to any political event, to a new attempt to 
solve a social problem, to a recent publication or a new criticism ? More than 
this, the isolation of the Wellesley world fosters in the student the feeling that 


she is exempt from the usual duties of society and that her conduct is not to be 
measured by its standards. Is it not true that we often allow ourselves to fall 
into a feeling of general irresponsibility, more fitting for a schoolgirl than a col- 
lege woman? Is it not largely our fault that Wellesley life sometimes seems so 
narrow to those who watch it from the outside ? 

After this self-inflicted little lecture, it is a pleasure to notice a recent event 
which must serve to link us more closely to the college world. Up to this year, 
our societies, which are the centres of much of our social life, have been, with one 
exception, purely local ; but at the last meeting of the winter term Phi Sigma 
took a new step, initiating a movement on which both society and college are to 
be congratulated. The Beta Chapter of Phi Sigma of Wesleyan University was 
organized. Four young women from Wesleyan were present at the ceremony, 
which was significant for both colleges. It is not merely a matter of pleasant 
and profitable acquaintance with the thoughtful women of another school, although 
that means much, but the friends of Phi Sigma see in it a promise of added 
strength and vitality for the Wellesley chapter. Formerly each society has been 
practically in the hands of the forty or fifty girls who, for the time, composed it. 
Now, Phi Sigma will be in a measure responsible for her general work and social 
tone to a council, a part of whose members come from another college. This 
must insure a certain uniformity in character and work, while, as the parent 
society, the Wellesley chapter will feel the necessity of holding up the highest 
example. Above all, it will give to the members of Phi Sigma exactly what is 
lacking in our college life, — the consciousness that, so far from being merely a set of 
schoolgirls, freed from the rules and standards of society and subject only to those 
of our own making, we are bound as college women to maintain a standard fully 
as high as, and in accordance with, the demands of that world for which college is 
supposed to fit us. 

And so we congratulate Phi Sigma on the forming of a connection which can 
not fail to bring added prosperity and strength ; we congratulate the college on a 
movement which promises larger sympathies and wider interests in the Wellesley 

Caroline W. Mudgett. 

In an article in the " New Englander " for November, 1892, Miss Hodgkins sug- 
gests a new interpretation for our college motto — non ministrari sed ministrare 
— which points to a vital evil in our American colleges, and must appeal to every 
student. Writing as one who has stepped out of our college life into the world 


life, Miss Hodgkins says, "Could there be added, not only to Wellesley's curric- 
ulum, but to all college curricula, certain definite courses of instruction that shall 
inculcate patriotism and the value of American citizenship, instil a keen sense of 
the dangers that threaten the American republic, and infuse nobler ideas of 
American institutions, the greatest possible advance in our educational work 
would have been made." 

These words imply, in the first place, that we of Wellesley are lacking in 
patriotism. In one sense we must deny this. Patriotism is not lacking; it is 
only sleeping. It waked up somewhat last fall in the heat of the presidential 
campaign, but it soon wrapped the cloak of non-responsibility about it again, and 
lay down to pleasant dreams. Yet, in another sense, Miss Hodgkins is right, 
for patriotism means love, and demands, therefore, a keen consciousness of the 
capabilities and possibilities of the loved object, and watchfulness to guard it 
against all accidents and diseases, to ward off all dangers that threaten either 
from within or without, and to aid in every way toward its noblest and fullest all- 
around development. 

Probably the majority of Wellesley girls believe theoretically in the justice of 
woman's suffrage, while they prefer practically the present injustice, with its 
accompanying comfortable sense of non-responsibility, to suffrage with the 
involved duties. Unfortunately, justice is swiftly and inevitably winning, and 
the responsibility is ours whether we will or no. A few weeks ago the Kansas 
Senate voted thirty-two to five and the House ninety-four to seventeen in favor of 
full suffrage for women, and the question to amend the State constitution will go 
before the people. I wonder how many Kansas college girls could state the first 
principles of the Populist party, or have any intelligent idea of the effect of pro- 
hibition in their State. There is one great American problem upon which we 
can bring our influence to bear, in many States directly, and in all States indi- 
rectly, and whose every phase should be of vital interest to us. I refer to our 
public school problem. A large proportion of Wellesley's students expect to 
teach. How many of those girls have ever given fifteen minutes' earnest study 
to the advantages and disadvantages of our school systems, to their rank as com- 
pared with the schools of France, Germany, or Italy, — not to speak of the closelv 
connected problems of Roman Catholicism and Cahenslyism ? That our sense of 
the value and responsibility of American citizenship needs education is evident. 

I would not have the case seem blacker than it is. Wellesley has waked up 
very much in the last two years. The way in which the Juniors crowd the debat- 
ing sections when the question is on one of the problems of the day proves this. 


Zeta Alpha devoted her last meeting to the social problems of the city of Boston 
and their possible solution, and the avowed purpose of the Agora is to " create an 
intelligent interest in the questions of the day." Our interest in our College 
Settlements keeps us somewhat in touch with the gravest problem of our national 
life. What we need now is that interest in public questions shall cease to be the 
distinguishing characteristic of individuals and of societies, but shall become an 
essential part of the " Wellesley atmosphere." 

I am not pleading for the addition of courses to our curriculum, but for public 
sentiment, and enthusiasm, and for a change in the spirit with which we approach 
our present studies. The paramount questions to-day are social questions. We 
hope that some day Wellesley will have its Chair of Social Science, but in the 
mean time what is to hinder our making every department of the college such a 
chair? The most inspiring lecture on American problems I ever listened to was 
given in a German literature class. 

Germany is trying an experiment. Henceforth the school-children are to be 
taught the history of their own time first, and will study back from present condi- 
tions to past causes. Let us, at Wellesley, wake up our sleeping patriotism ; let 
us demand for ourselves " an intelligent interest in the questions of the day," and 
a knowledge of the history and foundation principles of our American institutions. 
Then we can turn back to our study of the history of any country in any age with 
new inspiration and earnestness. One of the great dangers of our American 
republic, the indifference of its citizens, will be lessened ; a keener sense of the 
magnitude of other national problems will be aroused almost unconsciously, and 
we shall not need " certain definite courses of instruction" that shall "infuse 
nobler ideas of American institutions." '94. 

On account of lack of room the " Exchanges" have been omitted this month. 


The One I Knew Best of All : a Memory of the Mind of a Child. 

Who of us has not at some time looked down into the wide eyes of a little child, 
wondering what thoughts, what feelings were at work in the brain behind the fath- 
omless blue and brown ! Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett has tried to unveil the 
mystery for us; in her "Memory of the Mind of a Child" she has endeavored to 
give an exact reproduction of the inner life of the child she once was. 


Mrs. Burnett says that she might fairly entitle her sketch "The Story of Any 
Child with an Imagination," but there is far too much individuality about the 
Small Person to consider her a mere type, " a little unit of whose parallels there 
are tens of thousands." There is just enough of the real individual in the Mem- 
ories to engage our warm interest ; while at the same time we must recognize the 
fact that the Small Person is veiy like other small persons of whom we have a 
more or less dim recollection. Can we not all of us recall the awful reverence 
with which we looked up to a policeman; the mysteriously pathetic impression 
of some old song or poem, whose words we did not half understand ; the fiery 
steed, which to ordinary eyes was only a sofa-arm ? How the Small Person 
brings it all back ! 

Then we have that picture of the little child kneeling by the window, gazing 
with spellbound eyes at the factory-girl, whose beautiful face long years afterward 
inspired "That Lass o' Lowrie's." And we have the composition of her first poem, 
and the writing of thrilling dramas in old butcher books, and the relation of end- 
less impromptu tales to an admiring circle of school friends, — things which made 
Frances Hodgson different from other children. 

It is almost impossible to believe that these sketches are exact transcriptions; 
the imagination, which ran riot with the doll and the sofa, must come in here to 
make the pictures so vivid ; yet we feel that they are true to life. 

It is all written in Mrs. Burnett's best style, with a delightful blending of pathos 
and humor; it has in it the very laughter and tears that the remembrance of those 
innocent, funny, childish days calls up in our minds, now grown more worldly 
wise. It is a charming book, and one equally suited for amusement or earnest 
thought. The grown-up folk who took contraband peeps into " Little Lord Faunt- 
leroy " will find " The One I Knew Best of All" even more fascinating; and the 
grave psychologist will find the deepest interest in this record of the unfolding of 
a young human life. 

E. B. S. 

A Golden Wedding, and Other Tales. 

Somehow we all like stories of the South ; the Northerner is carried away 
with their picturesque unfamiliarity ; the Southerner is equally charmed by their 
picturesque familiarity. So we shall all be glad to welcome Ruth McEuery 
Stuart's new book of darky stories. It includes several old friends, among others 
the inimitable "Lamentations of Jeremiah Johnson," as well as a number of new 


One is impressed throughout the book by Mrs. Stuart's evident familiarity and 
sympathy with the people whom she shows to us; she has not taken a glimpse at 
them from a car window, or spent a month or two in " studying the type; " she 
was born on a plantation, and thoroughly knows and loves her own South. 

The dialect is admirably done ; not only the negro, but the soft French-Italian- 
English of the French market in New Orleans, and the Arkansas dialect of the 
two dear old ladies who managed the "Woman's Exchange of Simpkinsville." 

The character-drawing is remarkably fine ; each individual is clearly defined, 
from the saintly, self-denying old Uncle Mingo to the anything but saintly Wid- 
der Johnsing. Mrs. Stuart has, nevertheless, preserved in all these widely differ- 
ing individuals the strong excitability, the childlike inconsequence, the deeply 
religious tone which characterize the race as a whole. And she tells it all in a 
tender yet humorous way that appeals to the heart as well as to the intellect. 

Like too many of the stories of the present day, these are decidedly lacking in 
plot ; they are indeed sketches rather than stories. But possibly in this case a 
plot would give an air of artificiality to the little tales that are now so simple and 
so natural. 

The funniest one of the collection is " Jessekiah Brown's Courtship," and 
Uncle Mingo's " Speculations" is perhaps the most pathetic; but every page in 
the book presents a hero worthy to stand with Chad and Uncle Remus and our 
friends " In Ole Virginia." 

E. B. S. 


Third Annual Report of the College Settlements Association. 

There are a number of new books this spring on sociological subjects, but it is 
doubtful if any of them is of greater importance and interest than the recent re- 
port of the College Settlements Association. " Report" sounds like something 
excessively dry, but the neat gray covers of this little pamphlet contain much that 
is good reading. 

In the first place, the settlements themselves have become a matter of such deep 
interest, not only to college women, but to the country at large, that even the 
dryest statistics of their work are worth investigating. But these statistics are not 
dry, when they tell how men and women are coming forward to support the 
movement; that twenty of our foremost colleges are represented on the books of 
the association ; that settlements are being started in our chief cities. 


However, the little book contains more than figures and lists of names ; there 
are the reports from the various settlements, necessarily concise and simple, but 
full of the greatest interest, and of real literary value. The report from the New 
York Settlement is particularly good. That is the oldest of the settlements, and 
naturally has more varying lines of activity than the others, while here and there 
Miss McLean's enthusiasm and faith in the work peep out between the mere 
statements of facts. 

The Philadelphia and Boston reports, too, are well worth reading; and alto- 
gether, the "Third Annual Report of the College Settlements Association" is a 
good thing to turn to when you tire of your short story or novel. 

E. B. S. 

Coffege (ttofes. 

The officers of the Class of 96 are : Harriet Baldwin, president; Inez Hopkins,, 
vice-president; Josephine Batchelder, recording secretary; Virginia Schoonover, 
corresponding secretary; Mary Mudgett, treasurer; Lucy Freeman and Eliza- 
beth Adams, historians; Dora Allen and Grace Nutter, factotums; Agnes Cald- 
well, Belinda Bogardus, and Martha Shackford, executive committee. 

On Monday evening, March 13, a valuable study of Whittier as a poet was 
given by Mr. Horace Scudder. 

On Thursday evening, March 16, Bishop Talbot spoke of his efforts to estab- 
lish churches among the mining communities of Wyoming and Idaho, and de- 
scribed visits to several Indian tribes. 

Monday evening, March 20, will long be remembered for the brilliant piano 
recital, given by Ferruccio B. Busoni. The program comprised selections from 
Bach-Busoni, Schubert, Beethoven, Schumann, and Liszt. 

A collection of eleven large views of the various college buildings was, for 
several days, on exhibition at the First Floor Centre, before being sent to the 
World's Fair. 

Miss Helen Marie Bennett has been elected by the Specials as their represen- 
tative on the editorial board of the Wellesley Magazine. 

On the evening of March 20, the Deutscher Verein of Harvard University en- 
tertained, at its second annual reception, a number of ladies from Harvard Annex 
and Wellesley College, amlng whom were Fraulein Margarethe Muller, Frau- 


lein Elsbeth Miiller, and Fraulein Marie Wenckebach. The guests were received 
by Mr. Schilling, Mrs. Francke, and Frau von Jagemann. A cordial welcome 
was extended by the president, Mr. Ahlers, and members of the Verein. After 
refreshments, Mr. Ahlers spoke of the growth of the Society, and of the interest 
shown in it, not only by the student, but by members of the faculty. An address 
by Professor Schilling, on "The Development of Comedy in Germany," was 
followed by the presentation of a little play, " Das Ganschen von Buchenau," in 
which the parts were sustained by Mr. L. F. Kiesewetter and others of the 
Verein. Dancing had just begun, when the chartered horse-cars were ready to 
take the Wellesley party back, and a very pleasant evening was brought to a close 
with three Wellesley cheers for the Deutscher Verein and the answering " Rahs" 
of Harvard. 

On Sunday evening, March 19, the Senior Vespers were held hi Society Hall. 
The services consisted of hymns, reading of Scripture and Episcopal prayers, fol- 
lowed by a violin solo, Miss Etta Penniman; piano solo, Miss Winifred Meyer; 
vocal solo, "Easter Eve," Miss Marion Wilcox; piano solo, Miss Gertrude Bige- 
low ; vocal solo, "There is a City," Miss Mabel Hayes; violin solo, Miss Etla 
Penniman; piano solo, Miss Adelaide Smith; vocal solo, "He Shall Feed His 
Flock," from "The Messiah," Miss Grenell ; piano solo, " Schubert's Serenade," 
Miss Gertrude Bigelow ; violin solo, "The Better Land," Miss Marion Wilcox. 

On Thursday evening, April 6, Gen. J. T. Morgan, recent Indian Commis- 
sioner at Washington, ably treated " Some Phases of the Indian Question." 

An informal Vesper Service was enjoyed by Zeta Alpha Society and her 
guests, Sunday, April 9, in Society Hall. 

Miss Belle Sherwin, '90, Miss Mary Barrows, '90, Miss Bertha Jones, Miss 
Flora Luther, and Miss Grace Mix, spent Sunday, April 9, at the College. 

Miss Elizabeth Hoyt, '91, is spending several days with Miss Bertha Clough, 

Monday afternoon, April 10th, the Agora Society most handsomely received 
the Shakespeare, Zeta Alpha, Phi Sigma, Art, and Classical Societies in Elocu- 
tion Hall. The highly artistic decorations included an alcove for each of the so- 
cieties, gracefully adorned with the appropriate flowers, colors, and symbols. 



JJoctefg (ttofes. 

The regular meeting of Zeta Alpha was held March 18. 


Second View from Fort Hill ; The Social Problems of Boston. A Day in the 
North End, Alice Kellogg, '94. Reading, "March of the Workers," by William 
Morris, Winifred Augsbury, '95. The Other Half in Boston, Grace Grenell, 
'93. Oration, The Problem ; The Solution, Mary Conyngton, '94. Music, Ger- 
trude Bigelow, '93. 

The Shakespeare Society held its annual open meeting in Stone Hall parlor on 
Saturday evening, March 18, 1893, at seven o'clock. The following was the 
program : — 

Shakespeare News .... Adeline Bonney 

Ibsen's Personality ..... Harriet Blake 

Ibsen's Ideal for Woman . . . Caroline Randolph 

Dramatic Representations. 

The Doll's House. Act III. 

Nora . 

Alice Hunt 
Elizabeth White 

Merchant of Venice. Act III. Scene II. 

Portia ..... 

Bassanio ..... 
Ibsen's Place in the Modern World 
Ibsen's New Plav 

Phebe Campbell 

Julia Reid 

Jean Evans 

Mildred Feeny 

Dramatic Representations. 

Much Ado About Nothing. Act IV. Scene I. 

Beatrice ....... Grace Miller 


Frances Lucas 


As You Like It. Act IV. Scene I. 

Rosalind ....... Sarah Capps 

Celia . . . . . Elizabeth Bartholomew 

Orlando . . . . . . . . Julia Reid 

Ibsen is an Influence for Good in the Modern World. 

Helen Stahr. 

Discussion . . . Leaders -, 

Annie lomlinson. 

At the regular meeting of the Agora, March 18, the following program was 
presented : — 

Extemporaneous Speeches : — 

i. Cleveland's Inaugural Address . . Julia Burgess, '94 

2. Cleveland's Policy towards Hawaiian 

Annexation . . . . . Helen Bisbee, '95 

3. Cleveland and the Office Seekers . . Bertha Jackson, '94 
The Growth and Spirit of the Re- 
publican Party ..... Carrie Mann, '93 

The New Democracy .... Mabel Learoyd, '94 
The Significance of the People's 

Party ...... Sarah Weed, '95 

At the meeting of the Agora, April 8th, Miss Mower, '93, Miss Fackenthal,. 
'95, and Miss Waterman, '95, were received into the Society. 
Prof. Katharine Coman has become a member of the Agora. 

The program of the regular meeting of the Art Society, held March 18, was as 
follows : ■ — 

Paper: Work and Influence of 

Praxiteles. (Illustrations) . . Miss S. Hoghton 

Paper : The Pergamon School of 

Art Miss H. MacMillan 

Paper : Greek and Roman Art . . Miss G. Edwards 


Discussion : The art of the Pergamon School is the highest art which 
we have studied thus far. 

Miss Foster. 
Miss Hoopes. 

Leaders P; 


The regular meeting of the Zeta Alpha was held April 8. 

Program . 
Boston's Practical Efforts towards the Solution of Social Problems. 
Work among the Children . . . Mary Millard, '94 

The Angels of the Slums, or the 

Work of the Salvation Army .. Julia Buffington, '94 

Salvation Army Song 1 

Marion Canfield, '94, Marion Wilcox, '93 
Elizabeth Wood, '94, Grace Grenell, '95 
What is Prison Reform? . Helen Marie Bennett, Sp. 

How the New Methods are Illustrated at 

Sherborn, Frances Pinkham, '93 
Concord, Helen Dennis, '95 

Discussion : Advantages and Disadvantages of the Roast-beef and Bouquet 
System. Led by Gertrude Angell, '94; Florence Forbes, '95. 

Miss Mary Keyt Isham was initiated into the Society's membership. 

$fumnae (ttofes. 

The Boston Wellesley Club held its regular winter meeting on Feb. 18, 1893, 
at the Thorndike, Boston. Because of the heavy snow storm only a small num- 
ber were present. Miss Laura Parker gave an interesting report on College 
news, after which the annual elections were held, and resulted as follows : Pres- 
ident, Mrs. Mary Putnam Hart, Sp. ; vice-president, Miss Laura M. Parker, '87 ; 
secretary and treasurer, Miss Jennie M. Furber, '92. 

The Chicago Wellesley Club held its meeting on Saturday, March 18th, at the 
Beatrice, University of Chicago. At the business meeting the matter of a Welles- 
ley Registry at the Fair was discussed and approved. It was suggested also that 
a time and place for a meeting of the Wellesley students should be- appointed by 
those having charge of the Registry as often during the Fair season as should be 
thought best, that these meetings should be held somewhere in the Fair grounds, 
that they should be entirely informal, and that notice of their occurrence be posted 
in the Registry. When the entire matter of the Registry and meetings is 
arranged, a fuller notice will be given in the Wellesley Magazine. Music 


was furnished by Miss May Estelle Cook, '88. The remainder of the time was 
spent in social intercourse. 

On April 3d, the following members of '89 met in the Faculty parlor for an 
informal reunion : Miss Mary S. Case, Carrie Field, Essie Thayer, Mary Wins- 
ton, Helen Holmes, Katharine Lowe, May Banta, Flora Hidden, Clara Preston, 
and Caroline L. Williamson. Letters were read from the class president, Mrs. 
Mary Bean Jones, and from a number of those whose proximity to the College 
had suggested a possible meeting, but who were unable to be present. The class 
tree was decorated with '89 colors and a call was made upon Miss Shafer. 

Ethel Paton, '89, and Mary Stinson, '89, arrived home on March 23 on the 
" Trave " from Bremen. 

Caroline L. Williamson, '89, is at College during March and April, pursuing 
studies for a second degree. 

Mrs. Stevens, a former special student, is taking a trip to Italy. 
Annie S. Woodman, '89, spent March 30th with her sister, Mrs. Paul. 
Ethel Paton, '89, spent the first days of the new term at Norumbega. 
Mary Hawley, '92, visited her friends at Norumbega the first week in April. 

Miss Elizabeth Stewai't, '91, and Miss Candace Stimson, '92, sailed on the 
steamship " Aurania," March 10, for a two months' trip in Italy. 

Miss Evelyn E. Parkes spent the winter in England. On her return to Roches- 
ter, N.Y., she visited friends in Wellesley, and Miss Marion Marsh, '80, Miss 
Helen Bruce, '92, and Miss Harriet E. Balch, '92, in New York, N.Y. 

Miss Clara L. Bacon is Professor of Mathematics in Hedding College, Abing- 
don, 111. 

Miss Edna Johnson, '87-'89, is teaching in the Girls' Normal School of the 
Presbyterian Mission, Saltillo, Mexico. 

During the past two weeks, the College Settlement at 93 Tyler Street, Boston, 
has enjoyed short visits from Miss Ada Wing, '86, Miss Belle Sherwin, '90, Miss 
Shepherd, '93, and Miss Young, instructor in Latin at Wellesley. 

The friends of Mrs. Harriet Emerson Flinchliff will be especially sorry to 
know that the son, the notice of whose death was in our March number, was one 
of the twin boys in whom members of the Class of '82 have shown so much inter- 
est. The date of his birth should have been given as Jan. 2, 1892. 



Coffegc Q$uffefm. 

Dr. W. H. Thomas of Lowell preaches in the Chapel. 

Junior Social to the Freshman Class. 


Prof. E. B. Andrews of Brown University preaches in the Chapel. 

Lecture on Tennyson, with Readings, by Prof. Bliss Perry of Wil- 








2 3- 



Hams Collej 









the Pool 






Prof. H. A. Frink of Amherst College preaches in the Chapel. 


Dr. William H. Willcox of Maiden preaches in the Chapel. 

Mr. Jacob A. Riis of New York lectures on "The Children of 

Rev. H. P. Dewey of Concord, N.H., preaches in the Chapel. 

■* NOTICE.^ 

^hat the Philadelphia Ice Cream 
Co. not only serves a nice quality of Ice 
Cream, but we wish to call your attention 
to their Ice Cream Soda which is served 
at their store, 


When you are in town call on them. 

(Wellesley Preparatory) 

Auburndale, Mass. 

This School, which was opened in October, 
1882, has for its special design the preparation of 
girls for Wellesley and other colleges. 

The school is also intended for those who, not 
contemplating a college course, desire thorough in- 
struction in special branches. 

The classes in Latin, Greek, and Mathematics 
are under the charge of graduates of Wellesley 

The instruction in German and French is given 
by native teachers. 

The number of resident pupils is limited to 
twenty-five, who are under the personal care of the 

The price for board and tuition in all branches, 
except Music and Art, is $450 for the school year, 
which opens the first Thursday in October and closes 
the third Thursday in June. Early application is 
necessary to admission. 




In Pittsfield, Mass., Feb. 28, 1893, a daughter, Helen, to Mrs. Florence Newman Pierson, 
Art School, '90. 

In Sandusky, Ohio, March, a daughter, Florence G., to Mrs. Maryette Goodwin Macky, 

In Chicago, 111., March 17, 1893, a daughter to Mrs. Sophie Bogne Huff, Spec, '86-' 88. 

In Worcester, Mass., March 21, 1893, a son to Mrs. May Sleeper Euggles. 


In Worcester, Mass., March 23, 1893, William Evander, only child of Frank W. and May 
Sleeper Ruggles. 

franklin Rubber Go. 



{Near Washington Street) 


. AND 

<5oob0 * * t 


. . AND . . 


•> -<•► ► 

Everything Made 

of Rubber. 











Offer an unequalled line of small but pretty 
and inexpensive conceits and notions of Japanese 
manufacture, suitable for prizes, favors, etc. 

54 Summer Street, 

Boston, Mass. 


n Ljl -Tynowles U( 

lowles vjompany, 

Importers and Retailers of 


15 Winter Street, BOSTON. 

Special attention given to young people's Fancy 
Dress Shoes. 

Usual College Discounts given. 

H. H. Carter & Co., 

Stationers and ' Engravers, 


20 per cent. Discount 

on purchases made by 

Students from Wellesley College. 

3 Beacon Street, 

Your attention is called to our stock of 


Toilet and Desk Funishings in Sterling and Plated Silver. 


Marble and Iron Clocks, $6.00 to $20.00. 

Stock in all departments always complete. 

A, Stowell & Co,, 

24 Winter Street, 


New Pictures. 

Etchings, Engravings, Photographs, just 
received from the best American, English, French, 
and German publishers. 

The largest and finest stock to select from in 
New England, — and prices satisfactory. 

Special attention to Artistic Framing. 

190 Boylston Street, - - Boston. 

Artists' Materials. 

drafting instruments. 

Art Studies and Books. 

Oil and Water Colors; Crayons; Materials 
for Tapestry, Painting, etc. 

Wadsmorth, Holland & Go., 

82 & 84 Washington St., Boston. 
Principal Factories, i Mal par'isTa»«ne. 

(Diaries 3l. loss. 


Umbrellas, Parasols and Canes. 

Special attention given to covering and repairing. 

9 Temple Place, 

A. N. Cook & Co., 

Importers, Manufacturers, Jobbers and Dealers in 

Fine Hats and Fine Furs, 

377 & 379 Washington St., 

Opp. Franklin St., BOSTON. 







Gloves and Veiling. 

(T\iss (T\. p. pisK, 



V \\ •. vStfl- 

Salls ffje afferjfieir) of il)e Vauriq LSaelies fe rjer sle-cl; aj r)ia> Qrjdpessea JQid, etrjd. Uaer ©ljir) (srleVes 
tnai are suitable Top all occasions, a/llso 10 l)ep 'aepy eecorrjirjq sfoc^ o"[ Veilirjers. 
e/lrja solicits trjeip patre>r)aae, ana will enve fe ® I W ®t ^-9^ C>f/ueler)Is e) pep cer)I. aiscotir)! . 


by people who have tried it that the quickest and surest relief for 
all " 

all Bronchial affections, Coughs, 

the qu 
, Husk: 

iness, etc., is 

Bronchial Cough 


It was never advertised until the demand from the successful use 
of the Syrup promised its general use. 

Physicians, Ministers, Public Speakers, Singers, are now sending 
for it from all parts of the United States. 

25 Cents a Bottle at Druggists. 

Physicians' Prescriptions carefully prepared. All the Drugs 
and Druggists' Sundries needed in the home always in stock. 

WM. A. CHAPIN, Apothecary, 

Under U. S. Hotel, Boston. 




Opposite Railroad Station, Wellesley. 

Cut Flowers and Plants of the Choicest Varieties on 
hand. Floral designs for all occasions arranged at 
shortest notice. Orders by mail or otherwise promptly 
attended to. Flowers carefully packed and forwarded to 
all parts of the United States and Canada. 

in all Departments 
of Literature . . 

Finest Roadbed on the Continent. 

can be found at our store. The largest 
assortment in Boston of the popular and 
standard authors. Also a large variety at 
special reductions. Large variety of Bibles, 
Prayer Books, Booklets, etc. 


De Wolfe, fiske & Go., 

The Archway Bookstore, 

361 & 365 Washington Street, 


/T\r5. U/. B. <?roel\er, 

Importer and Designer of 

5tne * Qtlittintvy, 

494 Washington St., Boston. 



Wellesley Pharmacy, 

^5. U/. P^Y, proprietor. 


Physicians' Prescriptions a Specialty. 





First Glass Through Gar tyoute 

To the West. 

Through Trains leave Boston as follows: 

8.30 a. m. (ex. Sunday) Day Express. 
10.30 a. m. (daily) Chicago Special. 
2.00 p. m. (daily) North Shore Limited. 
3.00 p. m. (ex. Sunday) St. Louis 

5.00 p. m. (daily) Cincinnati and St. Louis Special. 
7.15 p. m. (daily) Pacific Express. 

Springfield Line 


Hartford, New Haven and New York. 



9.00 A. M. 

11.00 A. M. 

*12.00 Noon 

4.00 P. M. 

11.00 P. M. 


(ex. Sunday) 3. 30 P. M. 

(ex. Sunday) 5 .30 P. M. 

(ex. Sunday) 5.40 P. M. 

(daily) 10.00 P. M. 

(daily) 7.41 A. M. 

*This train in composed entirely of drawing-room 
cars, and special ticket which entitles holder to seat 
in drawing-room car required ; tickets will not be 
sold beyond seating capacity of train. 

For tickets, information, time-tables, etc., 
apply to nearest ticket agent. 



Imagine this stately Morris Chair in your 
sitting room. How it will change the present 
appearance of the room ! 

These Morris Chairs have a reputation for 
comfort unequalled by any other shape of seat. 
The back is adjustable at three angles, convert- 
ing it from a reading chair to a lounging or 

We are offering these at 

OIVLY $33. 

Solid English Oak 
frame — broad arms 
— polished brass 
rod — upholstered 
in curled hair and 
® tufted — covered 
with corduroy. 

Paine's Furniture Go. 

48 Canal Street, Boston. 

South Side Boston & Maine Depot. 

Fine Carpets. 

The finest line of specialties in 

Axminsters, Wiltons, and 
Brussels Carpets 

ever offered by us. 
These are all our patterns, with a full line of the 



iff) .'. I\ugs. 

arpefs . '. and. '. rl 



Joel GoldtkiaM Go. 

163 to 169 WASHINGTON ST., 


For Fine 



21 Temple Place, 






Discount to Wellesley Students. 

walnut hill 
Wellesley # Preparatory, 



Thorough preparation for Wellesley and other 

Colleges for Women. 

References :— Pres. Shafer, Wellesley College, 
the Misses Eastman, Dana Hall, and others. 

Circulars on application. 

Miss Charlotte H. Conant, B.A., ) Pn - nr : mk 
Miss Florence Bigelow, M.A., j r nnci P dli - 

Cotrell & Leonard, 





Illustrated Catalogue and particulars 
on application. 

AN IDEAL STUB PEN - Esterbrook's Jackson Stub, No. 442. 
A specially EASY WRITER, a GOOD INK HOLDER and a DELIGHT to those 
who use a STUB PEN. ASK YOUR STATIONER FOR THEM. Price, $1.00 
per gross. THE ESTERBROOK STEEL PEN CO., 26 John St., New York. 

\heXbow 8c 

Manufacturers and Dealers in 


Steam Launches, Sail Boats, Row Boats, Canoes. 

First-class work done at reasonable rates. Particular attention given to Light Cedar Boats and Canoes. 

The Director of the Gymnasium and the Captains of the Boat-crews testify to the 
satisfaction which our work has given in Wellesley. 

Warerooms, 394 Atlantic Ave., 


Harriette Anthony, 



Studio, 154 Tremont Street, 



SJllfcl/E, WMP 9 £011/ QO., 

147 Tremont Street, Corner of West, 

Jewellers and Silversmiths. 


PROGRAMS and INVITATIONS, both printed and engraved. Class Day programs a specialty. 

CLASS PINS designed and manufactured to order. 

PARASOLS and UMBRELLAS made to order, re-covered and repaired. 

ouaijoh or 863 /y 146 Tremont St. 

Broadway, n. Y. W^ BOSTON 

J^Gipe, ?pe§b ar?d Seli©ioa§ ©ar?die§. 

fel Choice ^election of Kancy Baskets, Doxes and Donoonnieres constantly 

on rjand at very reasonable prices. 

Pleasurable Exercise. 

The gymnasium is now universally recog- 
nized as a necessary adjunct to a college 
education. But there comes a time when the 
weather is too warm and outdoors too inviting 
to work inside. Then what is better for all- 
around exercise than the bicycle ? It will 
take you swiftly along the smooth streets 
of the city or carry you out into the 
fresh air of the open country. Back again 
to your study 

with clear brain and quiet nerves. But your 

nerves will not be quiet if your bicycle does I 


not run easily, so get a Columbia, for Colum 
bias run easiest, wear longest, and look the 2 
best. ~i 

Have you ever thought of taking a bicycle ~ 
tour during vacation ? 

We have a finely illustrated book about "• 
Columbia bicycles. Send to us for one. 

?S£ : 





Reasons why this Bureau has gained and 
deserves the Confidence and Patronage 
of so large a Constituency of Teachers 
and School Officers all over the Nation : 

( 1 ) Because it is the oldest Teachers' Agency in New 

England, having been established in 1875. 

(2) Because its Manager for the last eleven years is 

a professional educator, and has become 
familiar with the conditions and wants of every 
grade of schools, and the necessary qualifica- 
tions of teachers. 

(3) Because the number of our candidates is large 

and embraces many of the ablest teachers, 
male and female, in the profession. 

(4) Because all applications for teachers receive 

prompt and careful attention. 

( 5 ) Because our pledges for fair dealing and devotion 

to the interests of our patrons have been 

No charge to School Officers. Forms and 
circulars sent FREE. Register now for the Autumn 
vacancies for Winter and Spring as well, as the de- 
mand is constant. Apply to 

3 Somerset Street, Boston. 



w^si Soreness 
ISlSSsJ Wounds 


It -will Cure. 



Richard Briggs & Go. 

Washing-ton and School Sts. 

Announce the opening and display of the most beautiful 

collection of China and Glass ever 

shown by them. 

Crown Derby, Royal Worcester, 

Coalport, Cauldon, 

Wedgwood, Copeland, 



Paris, Limoges, 

Carlsbad, Delft, 

Pirkenhammer, Bonn, Dresden. 

Special attention has been given to the 
selection of medium priced articles . . 
They also show many new pieces of 
their famous "Chrysanthemum''' cutting 
of RICH CUT CRYSTAL. They are 
receiving almost daily supplies from the 
Rockwood Pottery Co 

Secure Rooms through 


J-N. W. Univ. Med. School, *94. 

(Am working through school.) 

Make Preparations Early! 

Mcr.Col.Dept. Hotel Endeavor. 
Address, enclosing stamp, 



®ana ♦ Jfy&lt ♦ ^cfoof, 


•V -¥■ ■¥• 

Pupils are prepared for regular or for special 
courses at Wellesley College. 

•#- -^ ^ ■*■ 

Price for Board and Tuition, $500 for the 
school year ; tuition for day pupils, $125. 

For further information, address the Principals: 

Julia A. Eastman. 
Sarah P. Eastman. 

Woodward's Soda Water 

The kind that Cools. 

Woodward's Ice Cream Soda 

Is a good luncheon. 



100 & 102 TREMONT STREET. 


Ityeeliceri feolleq 


0ir)0:r) s 


Session '92-'93 opens October 1st, 1892. Three years Graded Course. Instruction by Lectures, Clinics, 
Recitations and practical work, under supervision in Laboratories and Dispensary of College, and in U. S. 
Infirmary. Clinics and operations in most of the City Hospitals and Dispensaries open to Women Students. 
For Catalogues etc., address 


321 East ljth Street, New York. 

HE. They say that college 
girls don't keep up with the 
times ? 

SHE. Oh, but that isn't true. 
We know with all the rest of 
the world that the Columbia is 
the wheel to get for '93. 

HE. Yes, it takes the lead. 

Catalogues free. 

Would You Like a Better Wheel 

than the COLUMBIA ? 
It couldn't be had. 

For the Columbia is strong, 
light, swift, and easy. 

Free instruction to purchasers. 
All orders promptly attended to. 

D. Baekett, flejt, 


>*M^f*7 V^>.f 

STes, lots of them. 

Big lamps to stand on the floor. 

Medium sized lamps to put on tables. 

Little lamps to go and sit in a corner with 

when you don't feel sociable. 

All these and many more. 

Buy one if you want to make your room 

Never before was there such variety of design, 
or svich beauty of execution. 
Never were the shades so artistic. 
Never were the prices so low. 
Come and see. 



523=525 Washington Street, 

Opposite R. H. White & Co.'s. 


Our Fall Importations have come, and the assortment, both as to qualities and shades, is very com- 
plete. Special attention is called to the following grades : 

" LENOX." — This is our own exclusive make of Glove. It has given thorough satisfaction to 
our best customers for several years. It is a strictly first quality Suede Glove. This season's importation 
includes all the staple shades and some new shades. The following styles are very popular : 7- Hook 
Foster Lacing at #1.65 per pair, and 6-Button Mousquetaire at $1.75 per pair. We also carry this last 
Glove in lengths from 4 to 30 Buttons. 

DENT'S LONDON GLOVES.— We make a specialty of Dent's English Gloves. They 
are specially adapted for Driving and for Street Wear. This season's importation includes a popular style 
of Castor Gloves at $1.00 per pair. 



Tremont Street & Temple Place, ------ 



Boston and Brookline, Mass. 


open every Monday and Tuesday. 

Duplicates of last year portraits and Tree-day 
groups can be had at the Wellesley Studio. 



Everett O. Fisk & Co., Proprietors. 


EVERETT O. PISK, . . 4 Ashburton Place, Boston, Matt. 


. 4 Ashburton Place, Boston, Mast. 

. 4 Ashburton Place, Boston, Mast. 

. 4 Ashburton Place, Boston, Mast. 

. 70 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y. 

. 10b Wabush Avenue, Chicago, III. 

. 371 Main Street, Hartford Conn. 

. 131 Third Street, Portland, Ore. 
iso r-s So. Spring St., Los Angeles, Cat. 
Send to any of the above agencies for 100-page Agency Manual. 
Correspondence with employers is invited. Registeration forms sent 
to teachers on application. 


B. P. CLARK, . 
I. C. HICKS, .